Time floated by through the continuous space. A man-made concept, like everything else we named. Our lord observed as we demolished His creation. Our Lord gazed as we tore down each other. He had no other option but to linger in the shadows; He promised us free will. It is that which He stated that shows He shall not interject, because if He did, someone would not have the option of their begged free will.

He did not want to control us, but rather build us so we could appreciate His creation. He wanted a family-sons and daughters-to feel welcomed in His existence. How lonely it must have been, to exist never ending, with only yourself. The joyfulness He must have felt when we were pulled from the soils of His ground.

Earth crumbled beneath Him, population exceeding. Humans took everything for their own, no longer valued the sound of the wind passing. This was not what He intended, the evil He witnessed. Cursed that devil, for damning us to Him.

"My Lord!" You call, "Why did you create Hell?"

Let it be known that He returned to teach us one last time. "I did not create Hell, evil did. Man created that concept, but to me it does not exist. If you live the way my son did, I grant you eternal life. If you succumb to the absence of good, you will perish into the darkness that resides. Hell does not remain, stop accepting the evil you take in, and listen to me in your heart," Then He was quiet forever.

This was too much to endure, it is not what He formulated. The evil was more powerful than anything that could mend it. There was only one way, He wished it would never come to this. The evil had layered the Earth; the souls were ready to come.

He decided His family would be no more. They shall join Him in eternal life if they followed the term of "good." The rest shall perish, never to remember their existence, but He would not let them suffer like they believed, in a man-made concept of Hell. One He did not create.

He eyed His creation once more, contentment washing through Him when He looked at His sons and daughters. All of us were made in His perfect image. Wishing we would have listened to His voice in our heart, and not the evil that followed the book of "The Holy Spirit." The book that pushed so many away because man translated it.

So let it be known that with the snap of His fingers, He created life, and He snapped His fingers one last time, to turn out all the lights. I am writing from within, aiming to reach you in another life, hoping this will succeed the evil that followed the Bible, so we can try again. If He is ever so gracious to grant us that gift one last time.

"It is now, my son," He said to me.

I nodded happily, so let it be known that I was the first in His new home. A place we call Earth, with my message in store, locked in my consciousness waiting to spill. Ready to live for Him, and demonstrate my good. With the snap of His fingers, I sat in His glorious garden. All of this was created for us. To be in love with its beauty.

"You are the apple of this journey," He spoke to me.

"My Lord, my name before you leave?"

"My son, you are given the name Adam."

So let it be known I was handed the name of Adam, embarking on my journey to restore the good that we failed to once hold.