blazeofglory
01-02-2008, 11:05 AM
Vileness is a virtue
Malice is a new ethical statute
Live by ideals
Those wining are sheer infidels
***
You have questions heaped inside
You look askance at things
That there is permanence
That there is deathlessness
That we are from God
That if we do things of righteousness
We secure some space in heaven.
You are unsure in your part of the cosmos
Of integrity that saves you
Of uprightness that elevates you
Of forgiveness that sublimates your enemies
You devalue ideals
You unlearn moral codes
You do not turn the other cheek
If one is smitten
Exculpation is a good virtue boxed in a bin of ideals
We want it hushed up in our idyllic mind
Back in reality you can not get out of a rat race
Evolution validates struggles, frictions and tugs of war
Nature is brutal
You are a part of it or originate from it
Ideals are puny substances
Nietzsche’s slave moralities
We cook up ideals to shore up our own existence
Love is a momentary spurt of emotions
Marriage is a contract
Familial bondages are forced understandings
Every ideal will pass
Vindictiveness endures the test of time
God was dead in Nietzsche’s time
Morals are dead in our time
Our foot is on a crumbling ground
Security, safety, reliability, pacification are inaccessible domains
Terrorization is looming large on us
People are mutinying themselves
Capacitating, at loggerheads
This Brave New World
Wherein ideals are shattered
Values are annihilated
The monument of honesty is bulldozed.
Malice is a new ethical statute
Live by ideals
Those wining are sheer infidels
***
You have questions heaped inside
You look askance at things
That there is permanence
That there is deathlessness
That we are from God
That if we do things of righteousness
We secure some space in heaven.
You are unsure in your part of the cosmos
Of integrity that saves you
Of uprightness that elevates you
Of forgiveness that sublimates your enemies
You devalue ideals
You unlearn moral codes
You do not turn the other cheek
If one is smitten
Exculpation is a good virtue boxed in a bin of ideals
We want it hushed up in our idyllic mind
Back in reality you can not get out of a rat race
Evolution validates struggles, frictions and tugs of war
Nature is brutal
You are a part of it or originate from it
Ideals are puny substances
Nietzsche’s slave moralities
We cook up ideals to shore up our own existence
Love is a momentary spurt of emotions
Marriage is a contract
Familial bondages are forced understandings
Every ideal will pass
Vindictiveness endures the test of time
God was dead in Nietzsche’s time
Morals are dead in our time
Our foot is on a crumbling ground
Security, safety, reliability, pacification are inaccessible domains
Terrorization is looming large on us
People are mutinying themselves
Capacitating, at loggerheads
This Brave New World
Wherein ideals are shattered
Values are annihilated
The monument of honesty is bulldozed.