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Wonder is part,  knowledge an acquiescence really.'

Its a declaration of willingness to learn 'truth be known'

What is solid? all that deteriorates 'that is solid..' what is

Eternal? all that upholds is Eternal.' & Its Nothing you can 

Measure; In a vial that will perish.' or that you can weigh 

On scales that will be melted down, have you not been

Told He hangs 'the earth' on nothing, its science now..'

These-days).. Those-days It was a debated point.' the

60s days, the 70s days, the 80s days, and yet not so many

Days ago in 'truth' now; we have found the Genome, its numbered.'

Was it not said even the hairs on your head are numbered.?

How wrong it was no doubt said, by 'superior intellect's' some days ago.' 

Yet the alternative source; wrote true with primitive tools, from faith, also some days ago.'

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