A paper only has meaning
by those which ink it to existence
All is non existent
unless a great philosopher
comes to call it to life
It only becomes a fact when all
the earth agree upon its theories
and yet tomorrow it may no longer be
Yet the Breathe that gives me life,
which needs no introduction
the very air that restores
my temporal happiness
non avails such a privilege
It lies in empty tins that only utters a loud gong,
like a discovered old book
its clothed in dust
The same breathe that all plantation
duplicates its great qualities
Yet the 'great' scientist would rather give
the monkey credibility... yes
humanity stands in total awesomeness,
in awe of all intelligence the man has come to know
Yet all that has come to effect
has been a fraction of what you were
made to be
How then does anything take meaning
How then should I confirm to those
that dominate my interllect
How then should I take in total excitement
with insults that insinuate evolution
to be truth
Yet the Owner of this globe
The Builder of this universe
The Creator of all scientists
calls out in a still voice and says
I AM....
What more can take meaning
what else can steal my heart
law of attraction attracts me not
nothing holds meaning,
nor makes sense anymore
For if it ever does
then it can never be MY God
because MY God splits the red sea
no need for any climate change,
no need for any assistance,
no need for my lousy input...
So why should it make sense
If it did, then it wouldn't be MY God
The very same God that walked on water...
