In the beginning, there was women, the power between their legs and in their wombs, the love of the earth, and the strength of their minds, cracked the embryo of all the children to come and buried them in the ground to rise shortly like flowers from the ground, after they fertilize.

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Then they gathered berries, baked cookies, and a cake, and gathered around the feast, drinking magical tea and celebrating their creation. Their breasts filling with milk for babies to suckle and be fed.

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But they realized an element was missing from their creation, so they invented men, so they danced around a phallic symbol: the unicorn horn, happy to create a being that would fuck and fertilize their eggs.

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Unbeknownst to them the men had rage in souls and would one day claw and climb their way to power and abuse the women. And nearly all would rape the earth for the selfish invention of money and the falsehood of ease.

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They waited for peace anxiously and celebrated the victories of women who fought back, the men who learned, and the population of people who rejected all genders grew. Surely there would be happiness for all again.