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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we! So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need By David Kavanagh
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