Enigma

When the earth was new.
Mans grand grime: age old
When the earth was stew.
Before eternity was logged...
To keep track of the passing seasons.
Man dwelled with the Great Soul of Creation.
Man was free in mind...
Questioned his existence.
To push it's patience...
Gave us the means to wonder why...?
To which the creator had no reply.
This entity only left a riddle
Rapped in an epic enigma.
Not to days a ripple...
This mystery was left for us to decipher.
Thought was open to question,
The mechanic's of the Universes,
The machine of a mysterious being... all in one.
Until the dominations of man decided to close the door!
Bolted it iron claps, Shut!
Redefine creation
Renaming the grand scheme of time
Defining it in the sublime
By the checked hands of truth.
Not one of futures courses...
So a book was written of loose rhythms to
..tell Humanity about, "A God..."
A creature of their design
Mans grand Crime
To lie...

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