Its Unfinished Business
It’s Unfinished Business
Knowing so well that you have the answer,
To church, Christian theology and beliefs,
That’s it’s just a mental illness majestic,
That they’re really only sanity thieves.
Shut up by the Youth Fellowship leader,
Who used disability and loneliness techniques,
Under the shelf of nobility, ruined asunder,
By their communication fabric and cliques.
Pleasured by evolution, overjoyed, focussed,
Able to express that meaning to be given,
Wanting to tell the whole story, not discussed,
Of behaviour, choice, sex and genetics, driven.
Going away for a bit, but will come back,
From those debates on creationism/evolution,
It’s unfinished business, the reply yack,
Time will give me my worth and derivation.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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