A History of Creation

if you call it a sin the youth 'll shout it's our time as experience shall count tomorrow. if you call it a chemisrty,our fathers shall add it's our heritage, for the blessings that surrouings the table comes from the seed moulded by the potter. who 'll question divinity or nature though immorality spreads like breeze and infedelity speaks orders, let him bless the hands of reproduction that brought an egg to a crawlin baby, then to a craving youth sleeping in hope, and a home of hope building realities. if you talk of an old man who sleeps under the roof of memory waiting for the handsome hands of death, bless him for tha passionate kiss that transpired when he wore canvass and neck lace, expressing his strength under skirts. This history of creation is more than heritage or addiction, as gay without fear of misconduct abuses nature and drink from the hands of cruel civilization.