Quatrain of God's Fluke
God's Fluke - yes we are
Humans are God's fluke, a
quirk of cultivation; he
didn't mean to plant
our shape or
form,
All God ever wanted, was a
toiler of the soil to take
away His spiritual sweat,
after He was
born.
There is no other species like
us anywhere in the cosmos,
no plowed intelligence
like our
own,
God really wanted to be the
only intellectual farmer,
but accidentally the
seeds of man
were sown.
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