Playing God
It's not meant to knock religion,
Or what you may believe,
But maybe human lifes a prison,
Locked within a seed...
Like artificial intellect,
That occupies a shell,
Until what seems imminent,
Unlocks that " something else "...
The clues aren't somehow left behind,
To come across by chance,
They were meant for us to find,
And not by circumstance...
Don't you ever sit and wonder?
Don't you ever ask?
Are we the beginning,
Of the ones who were the last?
No matter what we all are taught,
It all seems a facade,
Have you ever stop and thought,
That someone's playing God...
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