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He created it.
And in time he looked down and saw that it was good. "I shall call this place "poezie.ro", in so much as it is a mixing of many sources, come together under me, to create a product consisting of love and writing." He looked on and saw that it was a place for them to grow and love and share. His instructions were, "For ye, I have made a place. I have created this for you, in order for ye to go forth and love. Forget not the purpose of this realm, for if ye come to iniquity, I shall destroy it from the place." He watched it. And in time they multiplied. They built communities and followed the comandments of the creator. They lived and went forth and loved. Strength was drawn, one from another and ideas and creation were born, nurtured and fufilled. According to his plan, they went forth and loved. And he saw that it was good. Therefore he created more space for the dwellers of literature. To him he proclaimed, "Ye have done well, and my blessings are upon you. Thou mayst go forth to these new places and prosper, keeping my word and commandments. And insomuch as ye have done so and created love in needy places, my promise to thee remains in that I will not destroy my creations." He watched them still. And it came to pass that they did harden their hearts and closed their minds to his commandments. They became a contentious people, bitter and afraid. Greivous battles were waged and wounds festered on the battle feilds. In all manner of wickedness did they strive to destroy the creator's, given to them freely and with grace. And his anger was stirred. And his voice proclaimed, "Wo unto the dissidents! O the vainess and frailties of men! When they are learned, they think they are wise, and they hearken not unto counsel, for they set it aside, supposing they know of themselves, wherefore, their wisdom is foolishness and it profiteth them not." And he sighed and turned his face for a time. And he looked upon his creation again, in sadness, and spoke; "Hearken unto my words, O ye foolish ones! I have commanded ye to keep my commandments and ye have forgotten my word. Look, and behold the destruction thou hast wrought upon the places I have created. It has come to pass that I have beheld that thou hast contended with my work, according to the whims of man, and I have beheld that thou hast overcome my purpose. Thou hast become a dark and bitter people. Take heed of my word, listen to those of softer voice. Fashion yourselves after the image of love and be the guardian of this, poezie.ro. For it is given unto thee, as poets and recorders to propogate such love and send it forth unto the world. Heed not my words, and I shall destroy the places I have created and ye shall see the void!"
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