Imagine creation in the parameters
Of exactly having zero
Parameters
Quantify that with advanced math
And scratch your
Head until God slaps you there
For fear of being alone
Or the only developed specimen
Within the galaxy
Isn't half as weird
As conceptualizing
Science. As a diet. For spiritual
Amateurs.
It appears my math is weird
Oh **** I'm acting superior
Man that **** happens here
But at least my ego
Can appeal to my heart
Consisting of the blood that beats
Blood until it crash landed near
A plant that burns
Fossilized plant matter
Dinosaur bones
Releasing gasses in the atmosphere
It's bad habit here
**** I see