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Exploring Nature Laws that govern everything Morally based deeds
Louse is a rather ancient-sounding word of some superiority, if you'd like to insult humanity, or one particular subset of it, gloating at your supposed morality-- at their lesser qualities-- without fear of
to anyone with an opinion:   ignoring the reality of a situation in favor of the "morality" of a situation is, at best, unwise
  I was driving round yesterday just after four Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor I followed that blind man all around town
Eagle wins the game And then loves his precious wife. He dates a new bird!
Game rules. I do gaming. I play video games Without cheating in any way. Game rules.
There are people in the world who commit good deeds. Yet have other deeds equivalent to garden weeds. There are those whose deeds gave them detention, jail, and death. But can be a delight like an infant's first breath.
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Binary. Ones and zeros. Female and male. Homosexual and heterosexual. Black and white. Right and wrong. Your world is small when you cut out infinity.  
Look to the line of morality. Your mentality, lost from actuality Where my red hand stands in a land you don’t understand And you try to reprimand me? Listen, I demand!   Perhaps I am reticent, hesitant
I think I'm a jerk. Maybe the funny part is: Some people are jerks.
The eagle flutters prouder than ever, His glorious screech duetting with snorts. A noble past, he muddies and severs He feats and gorges ‒ a chicken of sorts.
Decisions shape and change the way we grow, But are the decisions we make truly ours? Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us. Perhaps a construct such as morality,
A strong, shimmering light with a bit of darkness appears through the slit opening of the door.  A knot builds up through my stomach; curious about whats on the other side. Will I stay outside
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us? We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust So that we can maintain our grassy plains, Cultivate creativity, 
Why do they make it so difficult, for me to say what I want, and what I believe in. There is this social etiquette, but I'm not getting it,  Never really fit in.
SIN
You were right, In the world's eye Sitting at the height until you die.   See livin' breathin' ain't that simple, Nothing like a clanging symbol. You got to make a choice,
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled. The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue, Employs emotion, though no form is curled. On flesh, a chain of plugs will here subdue.
Dust fills the sky of the  blood red dying day, Debris like swirling snowflakes fall.   The great society dies from quiet catastrophe The gusts of wind remove its essence.  
It causes fights it starts jealousy it tears up friends it cuts down dreams it makes you sad it makes you mad it makes you embarrassed   If ego were no more we'd start to build each other up.
I want for you to tell Christ That his quick glass is almost up And the moon’s light Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners Residing idly in the room Where the devious shadows lay
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe Maybe I'm loosing my mind I haven't been feeling right lately Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
with honor, i wear all my scars
One white kid in the whole neighborhood All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth That every one of us wants the same exact thing To find a safe haven and to have a family  
Snickety diddle I am I am I am the devil I dig ditch-deep drilling holes in souls They say I'm sour but this simply isn't true I'm sweeter than sugar from the cane I plant cavities in their hearts
Why do people need The presence of a god To do what's right? Why can't they do The right thing Just for the sake of being good? Is someone really good If they only do good things
“Everything that needs to be done Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,” I say. I start my day Reminding myself that the only way to live Is to give everything I have Everything I can
Have you ever, Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work. Taken a step back, For the appreciation of the piers. For a wider look on the world, A look that digs underneath false notifications.
  The Sun sets every noon at twelve o’clock in June. Square shell feathers chirping in their square straw nests, Hung in the middle of a tree, Whose grown in line like army rows, missing leaves.  
The man is a rogue. A gambler and a lover. We lay intertwined, Spent after a moment of passion.   ‘Remember,’ he says quietly, Tousling my hair with his fingers. The ring on his left hand
Every dog will have his day At least that is what they say But this often isn't true Those most deserving are neglected what they are due No good deed goes unrewarded
The ground beneath my feet Tremors with Soul and rational Choking forth a dissonant harmony
Beauty is unreachable Love is just a game Lies become believable Others thrive off of our pain
I've lost my taste for life The bitter flavors numbed my tongue Through prolonged exposure The stench of moral decay Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
I want to live! Live without the suppression of who I am. Live without the regret of what I should be. Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion. Have a ritual of union Without my freedom denounced
I want to live! Live without the suppression of who I am. Live without the regret of what I should be. Live without the tolerance of guarded emotion. Have a ritual of union Without my freedom denounced
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