A poem on the supernatural, and how it molds our wold.

This world can’t be explained,

By what’s in a science book.

And before you look so pained,

How about you take a look….


Around you is a world,

With marvels all around,

From the universe star swirled,

To wonders beneath the ground.


Accidents are, well, accidental,

I don’t think it smart,

To think that they were critical,

In designing what’s in my heart.


Physical means don’t cut it,

The natural is not enough,

The supernatural is meant,

To debunk the evolution fluff.



The End

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