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Faizan
In those far-off days, those days before the Great Flood there were Great Giants - whose heights were three hundred cubits high ((about 450- feet tall)(17 to 22 inches per cubit)) they consumed the harvest of all, or nearly all that the people planted, tilled, within their certain range of a hamlet, or village. There were 400,000-thousand, plus, of these giants, at various heights, and at the highest, as previously mentioned. And of course people detested feeding them. So it wasn't uncommon for the giant to simply eat one or two, or a group of those so called protesters. Along with eating all the birds and wild beasts and reptiles and fish they could catch. And they drank the blood of man and beast alike. Herman, was liken to his colleagues, like to like, monkey see, monkey do. They weren't the smartest life-force, or inhabitants on earth in those awful days, but they didn't need to be. For whatever reason, there was war between the giants, who were acting like children, and the unholy angels, called Watchers, kept begetting giant sons, by way of cohabitating with earthly women. When the spirit of those angelic renegades mixed with flesh and blood, by way of sexual intercourse, such lust produces this wicked source of giants, it is what caused the great flood, God had even said, "I wish I'd not have even created man.' He was scourged by such behavior. So God put a stop to it by pulling the rug from under the feet of the angelic renegades figurative speaking, and casting them into the Prison House for Angels; yet the war of the giants continued, and one of the last Great Giants was Herman.
The story requires the reader to take the top of this tale as truth, and the following, with a little stretching of the truth, but who knows, perhaps it is more nonfiction than I think myself.
Herman was as it became known in those days--born from the loins of a renegade angelic being-one such as I've previously described, who cohabitation with an earthly womanly of flesh and blood, making Herman in essence, an evil spirit, as any evil being from under the earth's crust would eventually be called, and whom would after their deaths wonder aimlessly throughout the invisible world, forever and a day. Herman was evil as any giant ever was. The spirits of the giants oppressed each other for gain of food in those antediluvian days; which any given year they faced as mankind does today, famine and drought, and the lack of will by the farmer to till the ground.
Herman was so huge, that at his dinner table he ate usually sitting down on the gravel floor, there was no such chair to hold him, and during the course of his meal this one fine evening, he accidentally swallowed Zagebe, a cabbage grower that still found it reasonable to feed Herman with his huge cabbages, receiving 30% of his crop, and those cabbages grew the size of watermelons, although they were like peas to Herman, thus, Herman found it profitable to not go out of his way to eat him or his wife, save, he'd not have no cabbages, but Zagebe had fallen to sleep on his cabbage wagon this one evening, halfway covered up by the vegetable, and lo and behold, his wife unseeing him for it was dusk when she came out to fetch the cabbage cart full of cabbages, already to be delivered, brought the cart to the residence of Herman, which was a huge grotto by Mt. Herman, and gave the cart to his cook.
The story requires the reader to take the top of this tale as truth, and the following, with a little stretching of the truth, but who knows, perhaps it is more nonfiction than I think myself.
Herman was as it became known in those days--born from the loins of a renegade angelic being-one such as I've previously described, who cohabitation with an earthly womanly of flesh and blood, making Herman in essence, an evil spirit, as any evil being from under the earth's crust would eventually be called, and whom would after their deaths wonder aimlessly throughout the invisible world, forever and a day. Herman was evil as any giant ever was. The spirits of the giants oppressed each other for gain of food in those antediluvian days; which any given year they faced as mankind does today, famine and drought, and the lack of will by the farmer to till the ground.
Herman was so huge, that at his dinner table he ate usually sitting down on the gravel floor, there was no such chair to hold him, and during the course of his meal this one fine evening, he accidentally swallowed Zagebe, a cabbage grower that still found it reasonable to feed Herman with his huge cabbages, receiving 30% of his crop, and those cabbages grew the size of watermelons, although they were like peas to Herman, thus, Herman found it profitable to not go out of his way to eat him or his wife, save, he'd not have no cabbages, but Zagebe had fallen to sleep on his cabbage wagon this one evening, halfway covered up by the vegetable, and lo and behold, his wife unseeing him for it was dusk when she came out to fetch the cabbage cart full of cabbages, already to be delivered, brought the cart to the residence of Herman, which was a huge grotto by Mt. Herman, and gave the cart to his cook.
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