There is a certain subtle gourd
created by man and by God
shattered on the rocks of life
splintered into little choices
we all have to make in life
if brain design determines what's moral
you can change morality
by changing the brain which
and once technology manipulates ethics
ethics can no longer judge technology
That’s why I chose the noble arts
the only truthful and sane lamp
to brighten the grim dark path
of the much touted science
from self destructive tendencies
the choice I made
shines never to fade
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