This piece is dedicated to the mum of @surpassinggoogle may her soul rest in peace.

As happy as a smiling smiley,
This similie seemingly seems to be just an image; a picture of my imaginations.
The truth is,
Life is only a garden of beautiful ironies,
A vineyard of overripe paradoxes,
Where bad things happen to good people
And the proverbial thing that doesn't kill those that don't know,
is in fact responsible for the cowardly deaths which according to Shakespear kills many times before ceremonial funerals.

EARTH

Earth is just one big playstation,
Where existence is the biggest game and survival, the main aim.
So, to reach the highest score,
Scores of unsettled scores must characterize the characters of this game.

In our world today,
Peace is only a piece of a spider's thread hanging in the air of uncertainty.
To grab hold of this rope is to hope that you can dangle from a string's handle without breaking it,
Now, unless either your life is behind the screen of a tv,
Or you were actually bitten by a mutagenic spider to be another version of Peter Parker,
STOP! Just stop
Hate to break it to you,
But your imaginations are running wild,
Let's come back to reality.

We have degenerated to a generation,
Where we're both the problem and the solution.
We have been taught to think thoughts of a better tomorrow,
While we perfect the anguish we languish in today.
Why? When did things get so bad?
When did humanity lose hope?
I remember back then in sunday school,
When our teacher told us that life and death,
Heaven and Earth were made by the father of breath.

His words carved out every corner of our world,
His words are the foundation of our world,
He said and it came to be,
The birds, animals, land and sea,
All of creation are figures of His speech.

The air is as wide and free as His open arms,
The oceans are as wet as his tongue,
The sky is his blue-film for us to watch,
His face and the leaves on the tree share one thing,
Both grin green grins.
The number of sands on the seashore,
Is an exaggerated understatement of His wealth of love.
The sun spits hot rhymes,
The full moon conducts the howl of some dogs that were wolves
The stars wink in tiny twinkles.
The clouds cloud the earth with His showers of blessing,
The arguement between the thunder and the lightening,
Settled by the rise of the rainbow.
The buzz of the bee,
The hum of the mosquito,
The sneeze of the goat,
Even the footsteps of the ant are all musical notes in his personal orchestra.
All of creation are figures of His speech.

Our God is a poet,
And He has written his poems on the pages of Nature.
You and I are the inkprints in this great book.
While He spoke the rest of creation into being,
A thought ran through his head like;
"If the earth is your mirror, where is your reflection?"
That was when He said "Let us make man in OUR IMAGE,
To look like us,
So, whenever we look into earth,
Whenever we look into the mirror,
We can see our reflected reflections,
Reflecting reflections on the rest of our creations".

So, you and I are the masterpiece of our Master's piece,
We are the reflected light that cannot be hidden.
And it doesn't matter what the world is,
Or how the world feels.
It doesn't matter if we're surrounded by rosy ironies,
Or our cups filled with juicy paradoxes.
It doesn't matter if we're pawns or knights,
Kings or bishops in this chess game of existence.
We will personally personify the hyperbolic love of our God for us.
And metaphorically stand on the allusion,
That his right hand is able to uphold us,
His fire will enlighten us,
So we can burn with passion.
His love will consume us,
So we will be drunk in affection.

I am, you are figures of God's speech
@surpassingoogle He decided to remove her figure from the mix,
For her FIGURE,
Was the BEST SPEECH He has ever written.
To you @surpassinggoogle to us, to all of her children her figure will forever be configured in our hearts and in the bank of our memories.