Veganism

Ate the meat and in its place discovered this in-progress information kiosk.

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Chapter 8 Verse 1 - 4

On the 8th Day He tidied up.

Everything had its character and its place. There was an

order to things, danger was created but dressed in danger,

joy was created and wore gentle friendliness.

From time to time He came unpon His mistakes. Clustered

anomalies defied His order. Puppies tore the throat out,

Sunsets blinded the eyes. Everywhere dropped honey pot

stiches drew them, in untill it was too late.

In His wisdom He tidied the traps. Locking them for all

time in a crypt none could open. Order was arranged,

catalogued and kept.

Now He is dead. They have killed Him.

Alone they became curious. they began to

explore, stretching out into the unknown

they devised mechanisms and bridges. Tools

to see more than their eyes, tunnels to

dig deeper. They cut into the crypt. They

found a way in.

Time passed as they carreered through the

chambers unware of the danger. Their

activities burnt sensitive white scars

through His worst work. Soon the wonder of

the crypt became all they cared for

studying, preserving and worshiping they

continued to dig.

Each new chamber silenced the imagination

and the pace increased.

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For the real deal its all gotta get more matter of fact, an audio guide round the unearthed crypt starting in the top right where the white miners first break into the Roc's chamber. Not everything is understood by the archaeologists but what is, is explained with the clarity of David Attenborough - it seems safe enough.

nite