Are God and Mother Nature in cahoots?
Was God aware of Mother Nature’s strength
when he created her and gave her voice?
Was she, made free to act at any length,
so all her acts, (like ours) were her own choice?
For if she does exist, I fail to see
an ounce of godliness in certain acts.
In fact, I fear, if she be myth, like He,
we’ll find scarce little solace in the facts.
She may be taking orders from above
or acting from a Darwin point of view?
Selecting and rejecting without love
whilst balancing the old worth with the new?
If God, or Mother Nature do exist..
I’d like them both to know, how off I’m pissed!
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