If someone were to read to me
A list of all my sins
It would take a thousand years
And who can blame us
For defiance in the face of god
When all we know
Is all we’ve seen
We’re born this way
To shatter faith
With the weight of our actions
To be impure
And often to love it
The idea of a divine will
That set forth rules
That contradict our nature
Is to me what blasphemy
Is to those with faith
The idea of being judged
By the creator of life
Is a fools notion
What matters to me
Is what I can see and touch
The life and times
Of those connected to me
Not the scribbling of Luddites
Of an age past
So I choose
A life of careful sin
My own code of ethics
More profound to me
Than any dogma
And the joy of knowing
That I really lived
Not just scraped by
Waiting for something better
In the next life
“ So I choose
A life of careful sin
My own code of ethics”. That line is a keeper, in or out of the churches.
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