Its like, its all mathematics,

One, two, three,

The sequence is there,

So it has to exist,

Its like, its planned,

To account for everything,

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

If this, was a project,

There would be a scope,

There are probably,

Boundaries, we can't cross,

Just like, a vampire,

Who can't enter, unless invited,

God keeps track, of everything,

But this I know, believe with all my heart,

God can disconnect, reconnect, reality,

To a different monitor, different server,

As he pleases, this could be, heaven all the time,

But that's not, what he seeks,

I still think, he’s growing plants,

Feeds off, our experiences,

I still think, we’ll be sucked dry,

Grown, to be ripe,

Then the next project commences,

Universe 2, electric boogaloo.