Yourself
Boundaries
set by those, at will,
Whom moral
stance rights them to kill,
Original
values, original sin,
In
judgement, they keep theirs' within.
Hypocrisy,
destroys our soul,
Yet,
convenient morals build that hole,
How can we
still pretend to know,
What's right
from wrong, what's high from low?
It's guilt
that drives our cold cruel hearts,
From love to
hate, government to art,
We cannot
make those absolutes,
With
priorities so far from Truth.
Ourselves is
all that swells our minds,
Its selfish
pains, interpret finds,
Some try to
say they know, they've seen,
But all they
know is where they've been.
No time to
judge, with coloured vision,
No right to
cast moral decision,
Your time's
best spent on what you see.
Of what's in
you, not what's in me!
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