……..Did we adapt or were we given an internal map, I thought instincts was passed on, how the first ones get it, being the first born, their fleshy suits haven’t even been worn; scientific studies show babies righting wrongs, a three year old boy mad cause his momma wears a thong, if he gets his way you know it’s getting flung. Maybe the pontiff got it right and we were created, but something ain’t right we would all be related, philosophically morphed our misunderstandings into an apple, it’s ambiguity leaves the door open enough for fools to construct a heavenly chapel, did the dynamics of our reality induce psychosis, we have to remember our species dug up Formosus, then put him on trial, I think we should stop everything we’re doing, and reflect for awhile.
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You pack so much into your rhymes. And then there's the flow.
I guess the Cylons are coming, though their time will be short....?!
Lol; thanks for enjoying
A enjoyable and entertaining read, raises questions i am not sure we will ever know the answers to, to be fact, Thank you
Thanks for reading
You are very welcome
Excellent write
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