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WEIRD OR WIRED


Is it deliberate that at least man is now literate,

Or we are so intimate that His decision to obliterate is now obsolete.

If indeed there has been a need so keen,

Then let's ask the wisest of our king

What the master had in mind

To structure a universe of this kind

With worldwide wonders woefully wielded without whimsical wisdom.


Let man leave his dad's hive

Cleave onto his beloved wife

Then craft a niche, an abode to hide.

I have never stopped my enquiries

Into my book of bible stories

As if yet to hear of previous queries

If God knew Adam would eat those berries

Or it was Eve who weakened his testes

Perhaps it's the snake's power of hisses.


Ye are gods, such weird biblical quotation

But willfully wired robots, God's nation.

So consider an era of creation

Where artificial intelligence had no mention

Yet the bird was made with feet insulation

To curb the threats of future electrocution,

And semen from army of seamen

Fight for ovaries in fertile women

To omen a school of children.

One can only make hypothetical facts

That there's truth in His omniscient acts

As in chapter 1 v 7th book of Acts.


Is there anything hidden He hasn't seen

Be it good or what worshippers call sin

Those of ancestors and that next of kin

If there is any destiny at all on earth

Then man has no control from birth.


What then sayeth we the confound,

Shall we continue in sin that grace may abound?

Let us continue in mosque and Church

As lions lie and pigeons perch

If His mercy is truly ours to fetch

Our God wouldn't stand for us to smell

He shall answer anytime we prayerfully yell.

For in Him are we WIRED in this WEIRD world

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