sorry.

ı ɯıss ʎon' ı,ɯ louǝlʎ' ɐup ı,ɯ sɐp˙ ı,ɯ ɥɐlɟ oɟ ʍɥɐʇ ı ʍɐs˙

All That Life Had Done

When life was thrown from nowhere
There became, where there was nothing, something. And running from the ocean and coming from the inside there were motions, and all around the lights there was angst and there were notions to collapse, and there was not peace.

But when space had opened her majestic arms and on far away celestial farms had planted light and sound, all around there was a singing, an ethereal ringing, a song that sang the words of life. So something grew, and became the first new. Novelty found her newfound place at the rightful hand of lively space. Something had become what nothing hadn't seen, and life thrown from nowhere had come to be.

And when life had lived what life had lived and so had all that was from what life did, so went all that had become and what became from all that life had done.

delete.