God’s Conspired Theory
It lives in a door of hesitancy,
Too proud to expose curiosity,
Vision chases the Ostrich run,
Swings for the taste of Raspberry;
The monotonous way doesn’t entertain,
It believes in breaking patterns rather than being in strain,
Always looks for the twinkling chuckle of mockingbird
And laughs when it rains;
Do we understand what we are talking?
Is it you or me?
God once created the one,
We molded into pieces and made the philosophy.
See, told you
There is a conspired theory behind it!