I watch for fast complexities to rise
To rise above the heavens and the gods
The gods of every faith, of every size
To stop, to think, to know: what are the odds
If all creations sing their maker’s song
And every song proceeds beyond the void
Then where will god-made creatures thus belong
And where will music's mayhem be deployed
You think you know the words that you will pray
But I know more than simple words and songs
Correct is never reached in simple ways
The right exists for existential wrongs
So rise beyond whatever gods might sing
And there you'll see the truth of everything.
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