The real creator please stand up

Shaping my eyes
Spindly aligned
With an arched crown
Visibly proud,
He signs
In his distinctive style
Symmetry with sight

Mischievously smiles

Challenging science to rival
Provoking art to rebel
Mould or soul
They bring forth
But never both

Peerless, he stands
Undefeated, he flaunts
Ever wondered why
You willingly bow down?

But while submissive hearts pray
A rebellious voice
From somewhere far
Travels
Penetrates

Sight yours
Vision mine
With conventional organs
Contemporary usage,
I acquired

Anatomically similar
Are all human beings
But within ourselves
Distinct individually
Who created us
Our real identities

A smirk

Being blessed
With an essence
Manifested as spirit
Having it sculptured
By my handpicked environment
You shamelessly tread a path
Predestined
Sugar coated
With self proclaimed,
Self made decisions

And you are what
You say
A creator
My equivalent?

Churning lazy philosophies, these days
Are all, trend following atheists

No different.

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