Genesis V2

Once a star dies it reborn from the ashes,

Phoenix rises as is, essence transforms,

Gas clouds condensing and stars reform,

Create a stable culture through a metaphysical electric storm,

Formally we ask, what made us?

A creator, could be a deity, however indiscernible to distinguish.

 

How do you think we came to be?

Constant copy editor, genetic rebel,

Does consciousness delve to a molecular level,

Primordial soup like GUAC, got a zap or shock, now settle,

Ribosome in a wok with DNA, cooking the recipe,

I think that's how we came to be.

 

The recipe of life goes like this:

Life created from stars of the past, collapsed,

Minerals and materials from past planet impacts,

Going and growing with each extraterrestrial suicide pact,

As a matter of fact we owe our existence to the environment,

We're shaped by those around us, like planetary alignment.

 

Evolution takes over, taking us from cells and DNA which betrayed,

Evolved from a primitive petri-dish,

Leaping from blobs to fish to fleshy mammals, unscathed.

Mutated genes making a new beginning, new ability,

Each birth, a crusade into the possibilities of creativity.

The wise people, lithe people, upright people,

Creativity is spoken to all human pupils.

 

Genesis, the creation, a mighty metamorphosis from organisms,

A simple configuration on the organic mechanism.

Realise these lines will idealise a civilised society,

'Til next time, we have much to theorise.