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How the earth was created

                                          

By The Urban Blabbermouth
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Did you know that the earth was created square and looked like a cube?  When God created the earth, He took the stuff of the universe and began to knead it.  Every time He kneaded it, He would slap the earth on His work bench creating a flat side.  Knead, slap, knead, slap, creating flat sides as He worked.  When God was done kneading and slapping, the earth was square. 

After God put the earth in its place in the Heavens, He created some plants and animals on it.  The plants put down roots and were happy.  The animals were not happy because they kept falling off the edge of the earth.  God noticed.  God grabbed the earth, cupped it in His palms and rounded the edges.  It worked and the animals were happy.

God then created man.  Man then made the world flat.  The world was not really flat but man thought so.  I don't know why man thought this when man could have easily walked around the world and seen for himself that the earth was round.  Galileo came along later and showed that the world was round.  For making man look foolish in man's eyes, man punished Galileo.

Science has a different story of creation.  Science does not dispute that the earth was once square since none of the scientists were there at the beginning.  God had not yet created them.  To this day, scientists still don't know how the earth was created.

Science does have a theory that the earth got to be round because the wind and water flowing over the square edges wore down the edges into roundness.  Since this is a scientific theory, they were asked for proof.  The scientists said, "Go to the beach.  There is your proof.  There isn't a square stone to be found.  The wind and the waves wore down all the square edge stones into roundness.  The same thing happened to the earth's edges."

So, now you know how the earth was created.
 

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