Is there a plan for randomness
in case things don't go as planned?
That was the question being contemplated by the Gods
The amoebas had just emerged
from the frosty brew of life
The sea was alive with one cell animals
Billions and billions
swimming
wiggling
dividing into more and more billions
Until the unthinkable happened
instead of forming new amoebas
The one cell life began to grow into many connected cells
of the same being
It will be OK, one of the Gods finally said
We will invent the concept of Hell
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