Could hope be a sign of weakness,
A remedy for the impending illness?
Should people in poverty be consoled like it's okay,
Okay not to generate solutions but pray?
They say true riches are in the heaven realm,
Could history be distorted like a vague dream?
What if faith in God is a sign of escapism?
Denial deterring deep understanding of cosmic dynamics,
How naïve could I be to trust a creed's gimmick?
The degree of positivity could lead to my downfall,
Hohoho the pagans build an igloo in the North Pole,
Campaigners pristine in their subzero plans,
Last time I checked the stats were obvious,
Chaos is an ingredient to a Renaissance,
Passive people stagnate unlike the aggressive,
You could only be helpless if you starve your ego,
It's a planet governed by principles or evil,
Meridian science surpasses like X-rays,
What's poppin at the queer eye?
It's a pity a cult can run my world A-okay,
Had a strong will to follow the Calvinist ways,
Felt like a maze runner in the twist and turns,
The value of my existence is only known to me,
The encoded universe is ever diverse than my chi.
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