Butterfly Straws (A Better Place)

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I cannot make the world a better place

I am not a decent human being 

cynicism is welcome in my embrace

there's too much faith in optimism to leap without seeing 

and they say that is believing, materialists who touch gods with their eyes

my God is our Universe, among a pantheon of dimensions

somehow I know what people are capable of, all life is its own demise

yet, there is a universe in every human, a contained god 

this cannot be abandoned, revert to a primal nature and forge stronger bonds to flee from

there is an inexplicable loss that occurs even when an unremarkable or evil person dies

though, we would rather believe that a landing is a blessing and not a refill to butterflies.