That hated smell of freshly applied disinfectant
Fills echoey white corridors, silent and patient: 

Peacefulness is a child's smile, but there's no peace
In the maternity as new Potential wormholes through 
Worlds, adding to the stench of good with a bad face
That fills the hitherto silent and patient: kill germs, smell 
Bad; bring hope, sound sharp-metal-on-sheet-metal bad. 

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Let the waters come together to a single mass
Bringing forth creatures to writhe and play 

Let the waters let appear many a land mass, 
Bringing forth creatures of varied colours and grade

Let the Trinity sweeping over the water mass, 
In mud and rib, bring forth one and his half, 
For both to garden and care, with children had,
To fill the garden and make worlds anew. 

BUT alas the urge to know the mastercraft
That built such beauty with effortless class appeals
To Eve, and the master's oversight snakes in
To taunt his bride: to feed off fester:

Our intellect our science have surpassed
Creation. We know the why, how, where what. 
The tides, the stars, the Möbius strip 
Dalton's and Kant's intellectual flares,
The PC, Android and the Metaverse
Surpass creation's greatest feats. We now 
Should know ...no... decide evil from good. 

Tempting fruit and two bites later
Itchy figs were clothes in spite of better
"Where you are?" got an action as answer

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The creatures brought forth in watery masses
Jump to catch fleeing breath when water elapses. 

The creatures brought forth by the land masses, 
Crash or gulp watery death when the earth lapses

And Man for all the science and mental gymnastics
Is but a fleeting flutter failing without the apses.

(c) nyonglema