Unable to guess where life truly comes from

Hordes of the religiously inclined continue to come

To inform us using figments of imagination

With the fantasy legend of a God’s magical son

Or other mystic musings the different religions have dawned

But life comes from atoms interacting with subtle, and fleeting laws of physics

And that is really how single- celled life came to exist

With evolution taking over to evolve the different species- We being highest on the list

Truth hidden by religion’s finely sculptured mist

And tendency to obscure what’s not been guessed or what has been missed

And then they’ll trumpet, they’ll question, they’ll say

What then created the universe existing today, if not a God?

But their biggest mistake which I think is odd

Is to imagine that the energies of atoms had a beginning at all

When they should think of those energies as an eternal source

Out of which everything is made and as the most fundamental force

Something which is not an entity or God

But a phenomenon in which galaxies are born to cycles of birth and death

Within the confides of eternity’s breath

But religious beliefs can be the cause

Of mankind’s final fall

Into oblivion

Because each mind religion has seduced and won

Contains the very beliefs that are keeping us from

Using every intellect on the earth to be poised, to seek and find

A counter for the process of death

Known to all the living kind

Of which only one special intellect

May see life differently from the rest, and then detect

A cure to the death which keeps life upset

But instead of each person being ready with their mind

Millions are swayed by religion never to imagine they could find

The cure for death before billions more may die

Held back by beliefs,

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one special brain providence had sent, may not even try

And last but not least , we have only so much time

To conquer aspects of space travel- To which we are blind

(Where religious beliefs delay the use of many minds)

Because the sun must one day burn out

And we must be able to whisk ourselves away ; knowing what we are about

We cannot afford to disable  more brains, riddled with superstitious doubts

While time is running out!