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Can something come from nothing?
Is the beginning its own end?
Wherefrom came that first seed,
That we can't comprehend?
Can you visualise being nothing?
What were you before your birth?
Something must come from something,
As did dear Mother Earth.
Presence must have past,
That also had a morrow,
Or we are the first and last,
Who know not glee from sorrow.
But there is no one to ask,
Who from another does not borrow.
"The beginning of what?" you ask me,
The beginning of the beginning of course,
How could our God exist,
Before the universe?
Who was our God's own maker?
From whence did that God come?
The bread before the baker?
Where did the seed come from?
How can life be where it's absent?
How can you exist where no existence is?
Can one create ones self?
Or is what is just is.
"The beginning of what?" you ask me,
well the beginning of the beginning of course.
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