A paper only has meaning
By those that 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 agrees upon its theories,
And yet tomorrow it may no longer be
Yet the breathe that gives me life,
Which in actual FACT
Needs no introduction,
None avails such a privilege
It lies in empty tins that only utters a loud gong
It’s covered like an old book that has
Been clothed in filthy 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 intellect
How then should I take in total excitement?
With all insinuations of evolution
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 split the red sea
With no need for a climate change
So why should it make sense
If it did, then it wouldn't be MY God

