The evidence of God lays in every shredded truth
Often remained disconnected in but short life
Stumbled upon, rather than to address, remain mute
So of further evidence would fall short of sight
So of life’s big picture too many pieces still missing
So of God or of life still left to comprehend
Instead of the nonsense beheld, kept and insisting
Of such of a self-design even your very end
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