original thought...the final word
eternal truth can ne'er be heard
the wisdom in the final draft
begs one to sleep, or one to laugh
we contemplate alternatives
and criticize the way He lives
He resurrects, reincarnates
what of poltergeists and floating pie plates
skeetshoot saucers from the clouds
ancient angels feed our doubts
dare we believe the options there
deities vanish in thin air
the Atom of His fingernail
Eve of destruction taints the tale
can Uncle Sam be Anti-Christ
and white wash the crimson sacrifice
the sons of God all stand accused
and Lucifer remains amused
immaculate confusion reigns
and Hades' population gains
if Paradise can e'er be found
the answer beckons underground
if blind faith be the price we pay
with fingers crossed we kneel and pray
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