Chemical Peice Of Heaven Poem by Old Teenage Poems

You look up at the sky
And think of how great it is
-How immensly small we are
And how there's no such thing as divine bliss

We talk about the origins
The biological origins of us all
-And I attempt to convince you
That there are other alternatives than for the human race to fall

You beg to differ
Mention we're doomed by Darwinistic rule
-And speak of the circling of atoms
Of how, in the big picture, we are no more than a tool

But it seems we come to an agreement
When you say our particles could have belonged to a dinosaur or horse
and that we could all have a peice of heaven in us
- chemically speaking, you add - of course