Occam's Razor Poem by James McLain
Occam's Razor
Where religion is deep, where echoes wane,
We tread a path, each step in vain.
Through tales of realms beyond the veil,
Religion weaves it's mystic tale.
Yet science whispers in the dark,
A candle bright, a hopeful spark.
Seek truth in atoms, not in creed,
For life's extension is its need.
Embrace the now, each fleeting breath,
For we will never be here again, that has separated God's from men.
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