| The God Poem (for I have no other title) |
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"Who started it all?", I inquire, and they exclaim God. Who is God? It is this likeness that we were created And it's taken us quite some time to Do what we do, and we've some god to thank. Life is a wondrous thing, don't get me wrong, And the only way out is at the end of a Productive life. But there's got to be more to the story, We're at that point, potential science fact From latent science fiction and some god Is responsible for all of it. Humanity is alone in the universe and Our petty qualms retard and degenerate What we're destined to become. The theory of consipiracy is almost proof of that. A constant reminder of the decay that Is inevitable after death. What is God? Are we so created that He is like us? Driven by emotions that tear at the soul; And passions that can annihilate the mind. Humanity's course grows more complex as the Ages pass; with the institutions of society Creating undesirables because of a lack of means. We implore this god to solve our problems; War, poverty, famine, greed, hatred - nothing But bitterness lies in this wake. This god that is so powerful and knowing Has left us to our own devices to make Life on Earth what we want it to be. Are we happy? Are we content? I would like to meet this god and Ask, "What was your point?" |
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