Ballad of TheNobleStrain

Some think we rose from slimy goo
A shapeless form in mucky blue
While others claim we lived in trees
And are distant kin of chimpanzees
Could conscience birth from sticky roux
Or mark a path that leads as true
Could monkeys swinging in the trees
Be cousins to our searching need
Of greater ooze speak I in fear
Of the thing that whispers in my ear
That haunts my journeys weary bones
And never leaves my soul alone
If there is no God who shaped us all
Why hears my heart His drum beats call
Could it be false we sprang from soup
Or forked the tongue which speaks this goop
We cannot know the truth we feel
Or prove immortalness is real
But, deep inside there lives a need
To seek the flower of our seed, we are TheNobleStrain



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Cobb
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