Out of creation, the break down begins,

Not for their flaws, nor for their sins.

Not stopped by brains, braun, or the color of their skin.

So why try so hard, for what shall we win?

 

Muslim, Christian, all theologies,

Trying to find it, this eternity they seek.

Why not live for the moment, and just let it be?

For who chases rainbows and stoppers uncertainty?

 

For the dreamer falls just the same as those awake.

Those who give and give and those here that take.

A man once lived, so pompous and so fake,

Lived twice as long as ol' Father Blake.

 

But who is to say the Priest met his end?

My dreamer awoke to his most loyal fan.

For who's also to say heaven is not at hand?

For out of nothing, creation begins.