What are we?

Our lives are determined by what we believe

On what the Earth’s outcome will be

Some random disaster exploding in space?

Or turning towards Destiny?

 

With perfect precision each day, month and year

Unfold to an unseen Design

And Man lives his days out in love, hate and fear

Not sure what his work will define

 

So what of this habitat, perfect for man?

This crust wrapped around molten core

Was this formed by happenstance, purposelessly?

Or does its existence mean more?

 

Our lives are determined by what we believe

Who cares if our impact is bad?

Will we leave this world in a happier state?

Or will our life’s imprint be sad?

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