Face of An Imperfect God
What right is it
of Man to challenge
creations unknowable plans…
Is it not the will of vanity
to keep all in the dark
or to enslave all
to the higher-order
of thought as does man.
…not a will to means, but to an end
the world is built to defend
But if man, hands are bloody
by the earths crust, then its means
to end this dominion of man…
Tis’ nothing more grievous
than killing future lands
As man is moving far,
far from creations Silver Shores…
What right does Man have to race
to the edge
of creation
& find the face
of God…
Imperfect!
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