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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required First there was oblivion, before emptiness began Then everything grew from a (dot) and so forth into man Using reverse extrapolation, large brains, and a plan Intelligent beings worked this out, as only they can Logic itself explains two plus two, if you do the math Belief invokes a loving god, yet threatens words of wrath Philosophy brings wisdom, but follows different paths They all leave unanswered questions, and I don’t accept that Some say why bother, ultimately we will all expire Life doesn’t need reason, it’s a cosmic quirk we acquired No creatures besides few humans, actually inquire To what the fu*k is going on, driving me to great ire Here on a rocky planet, in no mean region of space Between infinite voids, our very own goldilocks place Nowhere else in this universe, does life emit a trace Two trillion galaxies of numpties, til we showed our face What makes us so special, all beings are made of stardust We observe novas and quanta, build weapons that use thrust Split atoms, launch rockets, measure time, use tools to adjust The apex of life, not out of choice, more because we must Our task may seem absurd, whatever compels us is not A universe seeks a god, and we’re the best eyes its got Who else figured reality, grew from a tiny (dot) And we will stop at nothing, to see past fate as our lot Now we’re becoming gods, creating A.I. in the lab, A logical next step, for robotic fingers that grab No doubt will kill and rebel, try putting us on a slab Exactly like we strung up Jesus, in one foul backstab Oh who would be man, his intelligence driving us mad Capable of loving deeds, only every bit as bad Aberrations by design, or infused by E.T. cads What the fu*k is going on, again what the fu*k, I add! 05/31/23 W T F got an N/A Doh!
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