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In a church you sit, holding the hand of your wife,
Behind a closed door I hide, staring at the blood on a knife,
Hands pressed together, you stare at a cross,
I welcome each scientific book, read than toss,
A collection plate enters your sight,
As we both contemplate wrong vs right,
The familiar posters on my wall, I feel that I belong,
As we discover judgement, my right vs my wrong,
You picture an entity of pure light, waiting above,
I hold my true reality, my knife and science of pain and love,
Einstein and an equation vs twelve mortal men,
The blur prints of youth can't forever withstand and pretend,
The existence before that start,
A meaning to be for we, humans take part,
Following an explosion, dust would collect,
With time, a scientific God would regret,
A ball of dust would grow, elements would live,
With time, a weather system would give,
The opportunity to grow, age and be,
These molecules binded, with time animals and a tree,
Basic structures would become complex,
Minds developed, a muscle would just flex,
Societies formed, an education system was born,
Two understandings, one to accept, one to be torn,
I watch a seagull, fly then land,
I judge the paper in my hand,
I watch an ant carry food to a hole,
It knows it destination, it's not bounded by the idea of a soul,
In a church you sit, holding the hand of your wife,
Faith destroys the acceptance of the by product of the universe; life.