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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This sentience where mortal notions dwell may hide the moral goodness stowed within, ‘tis but a quandary choosing which to quell when weighing what shall qualify as sin. The mortal mind may lend to tepid thought when contemplating ending all mankind. And, even though morality sees fault, it still may find its premise misaligned. For neither goodness nor for evil’s sake does death consider scruples in its quest. It thus, depends upon what lies at stake that puts our mortal morals to the test. Though rationale attempts to find its place, this paradox may end the human race. ‘Tis through resolve I harden to withstand inane commissions of the human mind. I question why, but fail to understand, then search for answers that I’ll never find. I scan these thoughts where evil bides within then wonder where inside the goodness dwells. I search in vain to validate the sin but pray to God divinity prevails. To reason why is but a conscious fault that binds the scruples to a moral heart, for questions why forever may be sought that never let their clarity impart. Be not dismayed, the answer is at hand, as innocence receives the mark of man. Our path from Eden changed within a breath when destiny was taken from God’s hand… and, in an instant, now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds - deified man. To be a god that holds the devil’s lease has placed the weight of Earth upon my soul. ‘Tis but a curse that undermines the peace as self-destruction seeks its fatal goal. But treachery left nothing to conceal when twisted threads of silence came undone. Now trumpets sound to breach the seventh seal, for mankind holds the secrets of the Sun. The apathy of God unleashes fire as devastation cedes to man’s desire.
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