Trial Explanations

This life, it moves to different Spaces,

Creating the Basis for the desert or Oasis,

Rolling in a wheel we all in the Rotation,

The Whole Station, Even Those Waitin,

All trying to deck out our grills with Smoked Bacon,

Connecting with others to Mold Relations,

Because that's when we get on the Floats Paradin,

No Prayin needed because we always Throw Celebrations,

No matter your religion, creed, race, nor your Own Association,

There is no distinction in the Instinctive Honed Basics,

In this Globe we're all Grown Homo Sapiens,

From dust to dust there are No Complications,

Only Lone Contemplation that makes way for Warm Conversation,

No reason to fear the Swarms' Domination,

Power's an illusion for Wars' Abominable Creation,

It's all failed Compromise and a Cold Violation,

Riled Sensations making us Wild and Aimless,

Going through Miles of Terrain it's a Childish Obligation,

Wisdom doesn't die overtime so it doesn't matter if My Style's Ancient,

Just don't confuse that with modern-day Bible Agents,

That want others to follow instead of Trial Explanations,