Building a Better Tree

Out there on a twist of fate, on razor backs, on oblivion's mistakes
Demons spin atomic particles like microscopic balls creating tables
Making them from something more than medieval trees
Lets call it demon wood or satanic particles for short
Atoms are too complicated to be understood 
 
Around the corner of a smile and a solid block of something
Just when Rene Descartes proves that God exists 
Not from religious smoke and mirrors but on concrete thought
Where atoms orbiting are born and Adam comes alive from clay
And Eve is no laughing matter if she is scientifically made
Not just another Pinocchio strung up on display
                                                         
What more proof could anyone need                                                                
Unless your name is Skeptic
Lost in a fog of logic with your demons
There is no pleasing negativity
The very air does not exist but evil spirits do

If God is perfect can He create a perfect object
One too heavy for Him to lift?
The answer is so simple that even philosophers can miss it
Skeptics, like this question are absurdities
Everyone knows that only God can make a tree
Made easier with some atoms and Descartes
There is no need for heavier things than these
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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June 24, 2022 at 1:28 PM
Interesting... full of importance. Ann
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June 24, 2022 at 3:43 PM
Hi Ann, Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it very much. Glad you found some merit in my little invention. My views are always or almost always inspired by a higher authority. Have a wonderful day. Take care. Earl
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