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Scientifically Religious

Open your mind give it time to sink in,
I open my eyes look around with a stupid grin,
where to begin, it cant end, you�ll see,
ima keep goin even death wont be the death a me,
ill keep showin, better bury me deep,
open my eyes without form, never again to sleep.
but you'll see me again, wit my silly grin,
from the start till the time that time ends,
straight line keeps goin,
infinite possibilities let the timeline keep flowin.

I was dead for billions of years already till the day of my birth,
It didn't affect me then so why worry about the dirt,
it wont be long now if you look at the world,
almost everybody�s dead so why not give it a whirl.
When my eyes glaze over an my senses dim,
my soul finally escapes an my trip begins,
all I can take is my thoughts, my faults, and my unquenchable thirst,
my hunger for knowledge a true fault at its worst.

On a need to know basis the quest for god,
create the universe, faceless, but clears the fa�ade,
I cant believe im a coincidence, not in the big bang sense,
just like the law of force, an outlying power must assist,
nothing is made without a parent or maker to make it so,
so how can the universe start from a microscopic spec to infinite growth,
it doesn�t make sense, no, not even to the theorists,
but in their quest, it�s commonsense, and the truth they resist,
They need to know it all but it�s all a different hue,
We smell hear feel see but that�s such a limited view,
What could they do, they try and make it work,
Can�t admit that for all their time only death will remove the murk,
This form is made to live but not to know it all,
That�s the main reason humanity will fall.
Time wasted on a search that will never end,
Trying to figure out the universe but reality is just pretend.
A different form taken and existence is skewed,
a different rule set and a universe that�s new,
Same place same time if you can call it that,
if we were tiny and super fast, everything would be as solid as water and that�s just a scientific fact.

Next time your reverse image is trapped in the mirror,
Look for those tiny atoms without which you wouldn�t appear.
My atoms falling apart, now that�s a rational fear,
Why�s everyone else more afraid of getting shot stabbed or speared.

what I see is a grand design purposefully engineered,
Picture the world through my eyes and imagine my dreams hopes and fears.
I wasn�t then I was how the hell did I get here,
sitting on a rock spinning without a known course,
If the universe is constantly expanding then what started the force.
Someone or something gave us the initial push,
Call it what you will, blame it on the Burning Bush,
I may believe in things that I can't hear or see,
but it doesn�t make me crazy right? Nah not me.
How�s me thinking a parent or maker had to make it so,
Crazier than people saying that this perfect place and position was no more than a dice throw.
Perfection is at odds with the odds, it�s a leap,
Consciousness my ass, you people are asleep,

So when I die, ima keep grinnin my stupid grin,
Close my eyes, butterflies, flying in my stomach till then,
Looking towards truth waiting for it to begin,
My turn to find out the start, the time being, now, the end.