The moral of the story
I was told I told
Is that their is no right or wrong
The natural is old
We base our reactions
to what we pose as “evil,” or “good”
As a moral principle
But the reaction itself
Is chemical
As is action
I am perplexed as to inaction
Non being
And buck against it
As one should
I find myself wanting life
Losing the fight
Choosing good
I was told I told
I use moral indignation as an excuse
To get my way
I need to get away
In selfishness, is not the way
But before the curse
I never knew
A bunch of people
Relying on the “you”
We want to say me
But never should it be
We require each other
If we choose “to be”
That thought, he said
That question
We reel through the years
Catching a lesson
Those who create
Act as the gods
Man above earth
Watch for the fraud
Who loves with a cause?
It’s chemical
Useful as subliminal
Trapped in a mirage
Reality is critical
But they said they didn’t believe morality?
But acted as extreme
We need to see people as people
Leave pop narratives be
God set us free!
Why I believe I believe
But do not perceive
Is beyond me
It’s fictional
All to be said
We are the story
Write well
And give it a look
Put my name in “that” book… if you would?
Claiming a right to life
Absent of “good”
It would take ten hundred hundred generations
To know what one should
Time without end
If you find delight
It’s beyond me
Why powers bicker and fight
Show them the light…
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