Poetic-Verses
'' This Has Turned In To a Charade ''
If we were made in Gods image it's safe to say,
He won't look the same as we do today,
Nowadays we have such a colourful display,
As each culture has a different shade.
There's black and white and yellow and red,
Brown and pink we turn grey when we're dead,
We go all sorts of colours when we're interbred,
As all over the planet we've strayed.
As were unable to remain in any one place,
It is going to affect the issues of race,
Next thing is breeding in outer space,
On the Earth he'll wish we had stayed.
Little green men blessed with human traits,
Out there God knows what else awaits,
God help the keeper on the pearly gates,
Saint Peter will be hard to persuade.
Your are not in Gods image how can this be,
A ten foot green hybrid there in front of me,
I cannot honestly believe what I see,
The good lord will be dismayed.
He gave each and every one of you a place to live,
Yet you look as if you've been drained through a sieve,
When he sees what you've done he will not forgive,
I doubt if he will be swayed.
Being made in Gods image no longer applies,
What I see in you is such a surprise,
If nothing else you have opened my eyes,
I feel as if I've been betrayed.
Do you think he will find us incredibly odd,
Will he be reviled or will he applaud,
Could it be he's a multi coloured God,
Exactly how will he be portrayed?
As the creator of all life came into sight,
What greeted him gave him a terrible fright,
He said interstellar breeding just isn't right,
Though it is a colourful cascade.
I'm afraid it's back to the drawing board,
These revelations have left me floored,
Normality in my image must be restored,
' This Has Turned Into A Charade '
He won't look the same as we do today,
Nowadays we have such a colourful display,
As each culture has a different shade.
There's black and white and yellow and red,
Brown and pink we turn grey when we're dead,
We go all sorts of colours when we're interbred,
As all over the planet we've strayed.
As were unable to remain in any one place,
It is going to affect the issues of race,
Next thing is breeding in outer space,
On the Earth he'll wish we had stayed.
Little green men blessed with human traits,
Out there God knows what else awaits,
God help the keeper on the pearly gates,
Saint Peter will be hard to persuade.
Your are not in Gods image how can this be,
A ten foot green hybrid there in front of me,
I cannot honestly believe what I see,
The good lord will be dismayed.
He gave each and every one of you a place to live,
Yet you look as if you've been drained through a sieve,
When he sees what you've done he will not forgive,
I doubt if he will be swayed.
Being made in Gods image no longer applies,
What I see in you is such a surprise,
If nothing else you have opened my eyes,
I feel as if I've been betrayed.
Do you think he will find us incredibly odd,
Will he be reviled or will he applaud,
Could it be he's a multi coloured God,
Exactly how will he be portrayed?
As the creator of all life came into sight,
What greeted him gave him a terrible fright,
He said interstellar breeding just isn't right,
Though it is a colourful cascade.
I'm afraid it's back to the drawing board,
These revelations have left me floored,
Normality in my image must be restored,
' This Has Turned Into A Charade '
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`` This Has Turned In To a Charade ``
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