Natural Design from Ponerogenesis by Mike Ogle

Created I made, space on display, stars... worlds'... you say…
Then you took what I spanned, and called it Big Bang, making you god man.
The time, the sea, the land is all of My own hand.
The Sun, the moon, the stars were to show you just how small you are.
Just look around’ not a sound, that’s what’s telling you I’m around.
I baked the cake so hot some thought it was older than the one they taught.
I want to let you in (it’s my own life amen).
You won’t get in that way (just let me love today).
How wrong’ that blackened-space, you said’ made you debut.
When will you reach the end of yourself and let Me in.
The time, the sea, the land is all of My own hand.
The Sun, the moon, the stars were to show you just how small you are.
Just look around’ not a sound, that’s what’s telling you I’m around.
I baked the cake so hot some thought it was older than the one they taught.
Told ya I so, told ya I so’. I told you I so, I told you.
Your Winter, your Summer, Spring and your Fall, I watch you all.
Told you I so, now that you know.
When will you come back unto Me…
Told you I so, told you I so.
The time, the sea, the land is all of My own hand.
The Sun, the moon, the stars were to show you just how small you are.
Just look around’ not a sound, that’s what’s telling you I’m around.
I baked the cake so hot some thought it was older than the one I wrought.
My own thoughts are not your thoughts.

• Rock
• Soft rock
• ambient
• audiobook
• meloncholy
• prog
• soundscapes
• soundtrack
• Indianapolis