God's Own (a poem of inspiration)
Were we to be, as this, our human kind,
Grand experiments of the E.T. persuasion,
Could we not each, to think for ourselves,
Minds of our own...as an experimentation?
Could our creator just allow, this claimed event,
Is not as their reality, but ours, as heaven sent?
Might those haughty self empowered others,
Make us sisters and brothers...their's, to invent?
Although one might witness a sheep-headed Yeti,
Hair of red, like a bowl full of spaghetti,
A bat replicated, flying Reptoid, with slanted red eyes,
Winging above, like speeding Andretti,
A fur covered Sasquatch, big feet, like platters,
A smell like a skunk, as though it even matters,
A giant Praying Mantis, wolf-headed beast...
A scaled dinosaur, with a voice that chatters.
Should we allow this, as their grand endeavor,
Claimed by most confident aliens, to think, as clever,
Daring to tread on the Lord God's heavenly turf..
Taking all the credit, this world of magnificent worth?
Dare those, to live in hidden corners, beneath the seas,
In subterranean bases...to exist in such fond mirth?
Though they may have lived here a million years,
God is their maker, a loving source of all's birth.
"The Big Bang", occurred, as God clapped his powerful hands...
Despite the naysayers, and a conceited scientist understands.
Every mind to be made, as a waking sleeper makes his own bed,
Creation by choice...from each gifted voice...His benevolence, instead.
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