By Kenneth Martin

Written Friday At 6:07 P.M.

Earth

Yea! I Say Unto Thee.

My Servant Curses The Ground, Saith The Lord.

Yea! You Have Yielded To My People Of My Creation These 6 Thousand Years, and Yet For All That They Praise Me Not, But Think They Came From A Monkey.

Surely! Let Them See If Their Faith In The Monkey's Uncle Can Bring Forth Food From The Earth That Is Cursed Instead Of Blessed.

I Have Spoken