unspeakable angels, they huant the inbetween, like etherial ghosts looking for form, like dispatched messages waiting to be recieved. they float the stratosphere and gaze down upon old pangea, a sea of boiling, a land mass frozen, no signs of life, no signs at all. it's another planet waiting to give birth, a perculating mass of fire and ice forming vapour trails that lead you nowhere. and in time it may come to pass after light, land and ocean forms, there came a kingdom where plant and animal roam, a tranquil garden just like old eden, before man is conceived came the first heathen. i looked downwards pleased, the strange fish and insect. i liked the bird song that sung, in and out right among and through the jungles, some were emerald and others blue, crimson and aureolin. such a feast to behold, a many splendored thing indeed. i lay upon my cloud and closed my eyes satified. i blessed all my work, with freedom and choice. and when i awoke, the biped was there, playing with fire, promethus yet again, had to steal the secret code. i begged him and her, i said be here now my lambs. but these monkeys were deceptive, agents of chaos and greed. oh how they stole from me, all that is true and all that came free, i watched so helplessly as they took more than they need. built cages around the free, and even around their own sleves. i watched in open eyed horror as the great deceivers waged war upon, themselves and me. all becuase they could not see, the division was a lie. all becuase the ego remained dominating like a false god as they rose to conquer everything except themselves.