is it this or that
what exactly is the mission
pussy cat twat
is it fusion or fission
or the cat in the hat
creation's unions
is it humpty dumpty
or some other solemn illusion
does commensurate
invite communion
what if we are just too late
what about all this delirium and confusion
can we ever know our true fate
are we all immersed in a fatal pool of delusion
or is there liquid flowing on the earth
that heals these types of wounds and contusions
should women continue giving birth
or should God dry up every womb
should we limit the size of every human girth
where has all the prized laughter gone
along with all that lost good-hearted mirth
perhaps this planet is just one big tomb
what if aliens openly arrive
for that long awaited family reunion
should crop circles be expected
are those anomalies supernatural
does humankind need to be corrected
or will nature do something to keep us alive
is life here on earth unnatural
or is existence here simply contrived
what about prophecy and legendary myths
is this archaic storied controversy
a precursor to future death or bliss
will tomorrow bring about a better world
or are we too deep into this mess
what if blue Krishna suddenly arrived
reciting sutras and other sacred verses
what if Arjuna and Ganesha showed up with him
what new beginnings would that trinity express
would the world still be finite or just be redescribed
would other gods arrive making us bow down with redress
confess all our earthly sins and terrible deeds
reminding us our seedy roots are clans and tribes
reminding us about our neglected spiritual needs
have we disregarded understanding and true wisdom
should we all bow down to Judaism and Islam
is that why so much we do makes the world writhe and bleed
needless to say we've polluted sacred water
heedlessly we live our lives as if we are gods
in fact we are just cheshire cats and mad hatters
if the queen of hearts is what truly matters
then we are lost just like alice
every twisting rabbit hole we venture down
will take us further from that sought after crystal palace
so if we're just a bunch of reckless sods
wanting to own and drink from a golden chalice
we're just a horde of destructive hooligans
simply wanting to steal all the gold and every crown
someday we'll wake up
find the world is more than just white and black and brown
rediscover we've been nothing but fools again
our general consentment has delivered us
to this fatal bitter tragic brink
resentment can't resolve what we do or think
and when we finally disappear
nature will give a tearless sigh of relief
knowingly bow down to fearless God
the expanding universe won't even blink
simply continue on to eternity with a knowing nod
 

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