Death Star
What's more beautiful than us being made,
From a heavenly body that started to fade,
Matter compressed to the head of pin,
Until it released so that life could begin...
Scattered thru galaxies towards every star,
What was a fallacy tore it apart,
If you think circumstance couldn't be chance,
Why is mathematical precision the one leading the
dance...
Just what came to rest as it planted a seed,
That brought us to nest on this planet that bleeds,
A chance to survive could have ushered a plea,
So genes could evolve undetected in me...
They gave us a road map so that one day,
We could break the code that is their DNA,
And not be afraid of whats found on the surface,
Each strand that was laid is for some greater
purpose...
Look to the sky so you see where we're from,
But don't blink an eye when you stare at the sun,
The glare only hides the part that's veneer,
It was the death of a star that has gotten us here...
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