Netcees - My creation

People said the last piece was too short. This one has 10 verses but I'm only posting a few. I gave enough feedback for that.

+MY CREATION+

In the still of black, before light was present/ I filled the vast with sight and essence/ bound fields of grass, to the heights of heaven/ then sealed and masked the night with sketch's/ of constellations, lakes shimmered and reflected purity/ so nourished with the water serene / arose massive and great pillars of respected piety/ I flourish, holy martyr of dreams/ as twirling stars of immense proportions/soon galaxies swirling starts an intense contortion/ came hurling Sparks with intensive portions/ stemmed my early thoughts l intend to flourish/soon erratic gases fused and guised in nebulas/ schematic masses used the light that fed the love//

To my surprise there was mutiny/ until Christ arrived with scrutiny/ And the holy one had banished Satan/ in to hell where lowly slum and famine waited/ the steel I clasp was tight and heavy/ to till my acts with might that's steady/ they will feel my wrath and fight when ready/ cuz my skills with axe just smite the many/ these drones that hate are viewless fakes/ so I chose to make the human race/ as I molded clay while fusing fate/ so I'm holding brave to my newest faith/ the man devised became lonely thus/ I planned a wife for his only trust/ so the book I script of related themes/ made a plan, and took a rib and created Eve/ my servants told, not to eat from the ancient trees/ but soon a serpent Rose from the flagrant leaves/ with free will they have to choose right from wrong/ they have failed and soon to see how the night won't Dawn//

I wasn't born or raised on this Earth/ dazzling lights scorn arrays from my birth/ with a storm I tore away from the dirt/ before I even formed displays of my work/ I emanate life from one breath and levitate light/ as deep as the sun's depth when I meditate nights/ I arrived in excellents as I scribed in my sentences/ while I compose manuscripts give rise to my testaments/ finger tips sculpted the mountains from every breath I let loose/ inject fumes of nitrogen gases and hydrogen atoms that set plooms/ I spit on the ground until I parted and shook the sands/ til rivers formed from my saliva glands and over took the lands/ with movements so gracious I used the knowledge of ancients/and manipulated tree tops for a paint brush I used and painted/ my campaign invaded landscapes across where my hands laid/ making grand lakes I admired my work, that my brush and strands made/

Im the DNA composer of the strands and gears that's generally patterned/ that's so chemically crafted and genetically mastered/I checked my memory backwards solely for the tendency to craft words/the planets and matter of energy I intended to gather/I used to create this Celestial graph work soon in embedded in patterns/mix a better scheme that Cause stars to clash and crashed with/such Immaculate Fashions of actions friction caused fractions/to spark the visual vastness I encrypted so massive/I used the descriptions and status to mimic the gases/of the Big Bang to seal in the masses that depicted the madness/like critical matches to put together atmosphere and weather effects/I created the atlas with oceans of Tears you couldn't even measure the depths//