6 June 2012

Creation

Creation

I want it sharp and clear

I want it to ring true like a bell

Cast me a rumour and call it science

That men once fell from the sky

And we descend from butterflies

Gimme a facsimile of the truth

Something that I can swallow

Not too bitter on the palate

But not so sweet it makes me gag

Don’t coddle me with magic stories

Of higher love and Gods above

I don’t accept creation stories

Or other worlds up in the sky

There is one world only

And we’re in it and of it

We’re all strictly human

That can’t be denied

And no-one leaves this world alive

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1 comment:

  1. "That men once fell from the sky
    And we descend from butterflies"

    I want this inscribed over a door, in a locket, on my skin.

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