13 February 2013
Buried under this ground The preserved remains of an organism How it got there remains a schism It no longer makes a sound
Some beliefs are based on faith Others based on little proof So we dig away to find our truth
Maybe it was from one big bang An explosion that rang and sang Perhaps it was all a divine creation The scientists pore away at their station
Which one is easier to believe? Which one is the one that will deceive? The outcome of someone's craft Reading lines off a graph
Here upon this beautiful earth From crashing waves to the roaring surf We search for some sort of presence We deny that this world is our sentence
We search so deep in our existence However we like to keep our distance From knowing the answer We will let it kill us like a cancer and flow into disaster
Where did we come from? How did this world begin Will we forever live in malice? Where no question will suffice
Believe in what you think is right Please don't try and fight Don't shove it down my gullet Because then you're just full of it
Creation • Opuss № I