While the scientist establishes contact with the galaxy
While the scube diver marvels at life in the deep sea
While the leader wins over his nation
While the artist comes out with another creation
So does the healthy hope for life
So does the wealthy hope to survive
So does the wise pray to endure
As no one knows, as nobody's sure
As to why the worst happens to the best
Why is the virtuous an object of zest
Why is the divine labelled insane
Why do the good suffer untold pain
Having no answers one clings to a belief
That the all mighty is the one who shall provide him relief
Like a puppet with strings which are out of his reign
He falls back on worship, a supposed solution to his pain
To the Master Creator i therefore request
If you truly exist, come out it's time for your test
Help mankind before it decays
Shower your blessings, earn you praise.
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