Quo Vadimus 2

If man has become the measure of all Our world anon will crumple and shrivel Without a moral compass to keep us in thrall Failure and success,the deadly ploys of the devil, Or the cold ugliness of hideous revenge Could inflict defeat on the Prime Mover's mission That, discipleless, He can no longer challenge. And so to Satan leaves us in submission Man exists in a festering and noxious swamp Where reason plays handmaiden to naked power And shameless words service man's pride and pomp A Voltaire is most sorely needed at this hour To bring us back into the pure light of the sun. If ,alas, there is no God,man must invent one.