The Divine
We built ourselves a universe
We were the first cause
The unmoved mover
The grand architect
We watched the people from a far
As they dwelled in our world
They always wonders "why" and "who am I"
An answer we did not give
Who are the mortal to know
About the divine
So they made their own Gods and prophets
All right; and all are wrong
Some stood the test of time
But some just couldn't rhyme
So they diminished thier delusions in time
They fight and deny all other beliefs
Why? It makes no sense to us
Why all the big fuss?
Cant they all be right?
And all wrong?
Why do they start discord
When they worship the ones of concord
Now, it is us
the first cause
The unmoved mover
The grand architect
Who are meant to ask
"why" and "who are we"
When all they do is fight more
Far from the true truth
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
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