I wish I had the answers,
But the questions are so huge
When we theorize the origins
And try to break them down.
As the Prophets wrote in
ancient time
Dispelling doubt with
testament,
The words of God sent from on
high
To call on all humanity.
We toe the line believing
There is something after,
something more,
Something worth behaving in
polite society;
Whether it be need for Heaven
Or the fear of living Hell,
Or just a need for some small
piece of immortality.
Scientists would have us
think that
It all started with a bang,
That the universe expands in
ways
We cannot truly understand;
That someday far into the
future,
In time we cannot measure, it
All will come collapsing in a
hurried timeless rush.
And Mister Darwin tells us
that
We climbed down from the
trees.
That we are ever changing,
That the future will evolve,
And a hundred generations
hence
Will look at us and wonder
How Humanity survived
With all its questions
unresolved.
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