G.O.D. II

                    Implicit in the cosmos there is Mind,
                    The Source by which all beings are designed,
                    The most complex of which, it seems, is we,
                    And yet its essence is a mystery.
                    Good Orderly Direction, nicknamed GOD,
                    Has elevated us from a mere clod
                    Into a creature with an intellect
                    Who can on all creation now reflect
                    And may commune directly with our Source
                    Learning how to guide our species’ course—
                    Which it is now imperative we do
                    Since now so many ends that we pursue
                    Will ruin this unique experiment
                    And prove itself not heaven- but hell-bent.

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