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So It Turns Out That God Drives A Spaceship

I've never been a religious person,

And maybe now I can explain why

I'm not saying I can answer things like

"Where do we go when we die?"

 

So many of the answers are right in our face

But still leave the question to beg

Things like which one do you think came first?

Was it the chicken or was it the egg?

 

Now this may not really amount to much

But at least it's some food for thought

It has nothing to do with Darwin or even theology

Which through the ages so many people have bought

 

This to me, just seems to make sense

And believe me it's nothing divine

This is just my way of filling in the blanks

With these silly little thoughts of mine

 

Moses' life was altered by the weird **** he'd seen

When he came down off that mountain that day

He'd sat there and talked with a burning bush

and needed to explain that one away!

 

So he goes down to the people with tablets in hand

And behaving in a way that was quite odd,

He held up the tablets for all to see

And said, "Now look here, I've spoken with God!"

 

Now let's stop right here for what it's worth

And back up a bit and examine what he saw

There was rumbling and smoke, and a burning bush

But believe me that wasn't all.

 

I tend to think he witnessed the landing of a craft

Which descended from the heavens above

And the 'God' that he claimed to have spoken with

Was actually the pilot thereof.

 

This was by no means our first encounter

And it certainly wasn't the last

But doesn't this help to explain a few things

Which we couldn't explain in the past?

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