Be like god, paint in the gap,
ensure all’s busy, never nap,
such is creation, this is the spark,
in caring guilt, leave a mark,
remove the shame, fill up the pride,
work the mic, live out the lie,
let rosette dreams, be on parade,
to keep all hope, in the shade,
let nature rip, to sing a song,
even an ancient can be wrong,
let what is dry, continue to thirst,
and to those who swim, their dams will burst,
eight billion wakers, will make the breaks,
an angry Earth, will produce the quakes,
“dearly beloved, we are here today,
to marry these, to make the way!”