When we bit the apple, we found
That we weren’t always going to be around,
But only here for limited season,
Not for any particular reason –
Life without hope;
We couldn’t cope
We told of spirits in the forest glade,
Gods, and devils, nymphs and dragons made,
Telling tales around the fire
Myth and magic to acquire;
And those who believed
Survived to breed.
In our own image we made God, that He
Take from us all responsibility,
And send His son to earth to save
Ourselves from earth of our own graves.
A little white lie
To help us get by
Long enough to raise a generation
Confident of ultimate salvation.
Until we wonder if it’s true,
Begin to question long-held views,
And wonder why
We all must die.
Rather we should wonder that we live,
We lucky ones, who evolution gives,
Against the odds, this chance to be.
Why ask for all eternity?
The fruit is sweet, Take, eat.