Lord it seems so many are very ungrateful
And boldly express heartfelt doubt...

From the elements in the Milky Way
To the building blocks of our DNA...

However long the night, the dawn will break
No matter how many shadows demons make...

Do you remember back when?
In the year of our Lord ten...

There has been new Adams and Eves
In spite of what we all believe...

We have looked at life from probabilities
Though we adapt to endless possibilities...

Was a mortal man meant to die?
Or live forever in the sky...

Purely platonic with no regard for an age
Having poetic passion for sharing an art...

It is what is pleasing
To immortal senses...

All of us in the human race
Compete at an ungodly pace...

O Lord, we pray for the strength to carry out...
That You may look with favor upon our humble...

I'll tell you all right now more or less
This rhyme is about poetry and the press...