'This thou shalt do. That thou shalt do not'.
folly, compound barbarism. Rot!
blast the leprous paw that one time wrote
the principles that war and fear begot.
Tired ground, where definition fights
to divvy good from bad to parlous end
let us leave you and once more ascend
the dizzy, sunlit, Sophoklean heights
where deed is aired in full complexity
motioned by accident and need
and nothing's good or ill, intrinsically,
and pity is the penance of said creed.
So we go forward, clear in the intent
to feed the need, prevent the accident.
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