And at the gates of the Garden did he place an armed guard from Group 4 Cherubim Security.
Without the care of the Gardener the Trees did become overgrown. And so did all that was in the Garden become unruly, burgeoning with leaves and did twine and intertwine such that where once there was Light there became Darkness. For though the Cherubim were mightily good at waving the flaming sword, they were quite useless with secateurs.
And so the ages passed, and the counting of the summers was of great number and of still greater debate.
The Scientist did look upon his Garden and did despair. Turning his back upon it he returned to his laboratory.
Next time, he thought, perhaps I’ll get it right.
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And at the gates of the Garden did he place an armed guard from Group 4 Cherubim Security.
Without the care of the Gardener the Trees did become overgrown. And so did all that was in the Garden become unruly, burgeoning with leaves and did twine and intertwine such that where once there was Light there became Darkness. For though the Cherubim were mightily good at waving the flaming sword, they were quite useless with secateurs.
And so the ages passed, and the counting of the summers was of great number and of still greater debate.
The Scientist did look upon his Garden and did despair. Turning his back upon it he returned to his laboratory.
Next time, he thought, perhaps I’ll get it right.
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Serpent's Tale
And at the gates of the Garden did he place an armed guard from Group 4 Cherubim Security.
Without the care of the Gardener the Trees did become overgrown. And so did all that was in the Garden become unruly, burgeoning with leaves and did twine and intertwine such that where once there was Light there became Darkness. For though the Cherubim were mightily good at waving the flaming sword, they were quite useless with secateurs.
And so the ages passed, and the counting of the summers was of great number and of still greater debate.
The Scientist did look upon his Garden and did despair. Turning his back upon it he returned to his laboratory.
Next time, he thought, perhaps I’ll get it right.
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