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Move Beyond the Mold
So Morality is guided by a compass Who engineers that compass Does my true north bears south and my east to west can we see beyond the basic conduction of a decision as a compass is only as strong as the material it is built with. Actions are based on philosophies philosophies dictate principals A Principals weak point is dogma A principal is only valid at the time of conception What factors have changed What factors have not changed Why does the love affair between hypocrite and principal melt so deep Logic is my pathway to righteousness righteousness and morality should then stand on the same pillar of strenght Why then are they so far apart What is this fallacy To connect the dots of another mans soul why cant they connect to mine All I want is a relation Yet my logic does not convince Blame goes to the synapse the pathway created by the mold I was poured into The hand that was never there. Creating righteousness that could not be challenged Where do I go to be to transformed I am screaming to spill over my mold Yet limits are dictated Do i not get a say
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