A Sonnet


When God and Science both come out to play

There’s something people need to realize:

The wicked man may drive them both away,

But both exist and neither has to die.


For God has saved my heart from Hell’s great heat

And raised me from the ground on angels' wings,

But Science can preserve my heart’s proud beat

And wrap my broken bones in saving slings.


It’s shameful that the world cannot agree

And spits its words of hate to rival clans.

Just let these two worlds live in harmony!

For both are mentors in my future plans.


I wish to follow God in heav'n and more

As I unearth what Science has in store.


This poem is about: 
Our world
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