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Notadate

So He left. He would start somewhere else. Humanity didn't know, they prayed and pleaded till their hands were raw and knee's sore. Nothing. So they gathered, they began to build. Began to create something, something within them sparked and burned. Without the help of God, the flame was lit by there hands. Sun scorching and bodies aching.

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Notadate

Humanity built a tower, they would meet God and ask why. Goals of each person were different, but all wanted to know. Why?

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Notadate

Years past, and humanity died, wilting. Their fallen turned into the bricks to reach upwards. Years upon years, the spark only burned brighter. Bright enough to be seen. His gaze landed upon humanity. All He could do was grin. One of a father who was proud of his children. He didn't need to do it, He never needed to make it. For it needed to make itself.

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Notadate

He came back. But He would not repeat the same mistake again. But, He made a curse. A curse to the human's. A punishment. To Him it was a blessing, a beginning. He would no longer hand hold creation, He would only help and guide humanity. They had grasped true freedom in there hands, with the blood that soaked the soil as they molded the bricks to reach him.

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Notadate

He would remove their language. He would split it into thousands of different forms, similar but not the same. He gave the seed of culture to humanity. A punishment now, but later it would help them. So they abandoned the tower, all leaving in tribes of who spoke the same tongue.

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Notadate

This was beginning of a new age. One of creation and destruction. With the spark of creation within man, a glint of destruction hid within.

After all they were His children.