Abomination

Millions of light years ago, at the genesis of the Pentateuch, the omnipotent didn't rest for 5 days. His clone was yet to come, his favourite HOMO SAPIEN. The worn out hands moulded the last creation. The one that would rule the land, the one who would top every other creation, the one in his likeness. Moments later stood upright the ostensible doppelganger.

Was it a flaw of thy hands or was it the presentiment that turned the favourite into a foe; for the sapiens was no clone. The creature was an error for it challenged and dominated everything and nothing. The worn-out hands took up to creation again, moulding his true image once more. To create the superior of the superior, to reverse the damage and to annihilate the malicious creature for the omnipotent’s eyes burned of just one emotion, ABOMINATION.