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One Earth.
Majestically in a massive Universe.
Researched by scientists declared experts.
For centuries finding themselves baffled.
As to why they or no one else can describe,
The purpose, reason and meaning...
Of any of it to satisfy,
A continual manipulating...
Minds limited in consciousness,
Refusing to deny...
What has been done,
Is beyond their comprehension of it.

One Earth this is.
With continents divided,
Effectively by vast oceans.
Creating lakes, rivers and flowing into...
What some call seas.
Not to imagine but made to believe.
On this same one Earth.

On this same one Earth.
With continents divided.
There upon each,
Live Inhabitants further dividing themselves.
Into a multitude of countries.
Within themselves to discover it found,
Different ethnic races.
By their own cultural and historic beliefs.
Defending to preserve,
On this one Earth to keep...
That which is valued and sacred.
Taught to teach.
As beliefs kept to follow and worship.

And in some places on this planet Earth.
Where there exists the appearances,
Of different and diverse ethnic races.
Apparently mixed within themselves,
Historically over centuries.
Difficult it is to identity their origin.
Just by looking into their faces.
Done to trace a heritage still many embrace.
Not quickly to label,
Where this label on them should be placed.

And here we are,
On this one Earth.
Suspended in a boundless to limit Universe.
With kept reason and purpose to find a need,
For pretensions kept to feed,
Division in our minds time will not erase.
Regardless who decides,
To divide themselves...
Into further isolating subdivisions.
With walls to build and fences to make.
This Earth remains like no other place.
No matter who wishes to perceive,
Themselves reflected...
As God's favorite created race.
With a doing to destroy all of humanity.
Leaving only 'Fictionarians' to survive,
Through a delusion...
They have kept to keep it taught to teach,
Yet slowly dieing before their eyes.
As a purpose and reason,
To have an image symbolized...
With a power so destructive.
That threatens their own existence.

'What on Earth are these people doing,
With a hope to effectively...
Find successfully done?'

They are hoping to find,
Other Inhabitants planets in the Universe.'

'That explains why this one,
They are ambitiously attempting...
To destroy as quick as possible.
You know how that old saying goes?'

'Old saying?
What old saying?'

'What one monkey sees,
Another will attempt the doing of it too!'

That says what about God?
Our 'mythical' Creator!'

'MANY have long accepted,
God is neither a myth nor to be fictioned!'

That proof is in the pudding.
And some have begun to discover themselves,
In a tasteless situation.'

'Here you go again,
With your pointless analogies.'

'I know.
I can't help it.
I guess I am just an anal human being!
A 'fictionarian'.'

'A what? A who?'

'You know...
Someone who makes up stuff.
For no reason at all.
Just to prove a doing that is ridiculous.
Other Worldly and truthless.'

'Stop it.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You just need to be slapped.
In the right places!'


'Trust me.
I am not insinuating my own intentions.
Calm down!
My excursions are private and kept to myself!'
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Written on May 15, 2022

Submitted by lpahtillah on May 15, 2022

3:20 min read

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