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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (A matter of reasoned understanding) If life's complete term is this earthly sojourn, What value is to be found in morality? Why do we yearn for high knowledge to learn, Or have need of reputation and fidelity? Let's consume, every way, our limited stay Not caring the consequence to others. Let's ruthlessly flay those who get in our way' And be selfish in the treatment of lovers. Because if life, after all, is just nature's call, From where comes these thoughts of virtue? Better yet t'would be, never to live, If no more than this life to attain to. Penalty and reward have meaning no more, If this be the end we're doomed to. A short lapse in time, why not profit in crime? --Restraint becomes a foolhardy menu. Some men, of course, find reason to rejoice, In embracing this odd philosophy. While through it all, exemplifying Adam's fall, They wax selfrighteous in its advocacy. With honesty (of a sort) in their retort, Of giving Godless reason its summation. The logical end becomes the worship of man And the denial of the laws of creation. What a pitiful state to be found short of grace, With the end rushing forward to greet you. No meaning to life, its pleasures and strife, Suicide becomes a desirable issue. If I'm the duped one in worshipping God's son No loss comes to me in my passing: But, if right I reply, when my skeptic shall die, The grief and remorse could be-- gnashing. Psa.14:1
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