Paradoxymoron

by Michael D Nalley   Jan 8, 2016


We're born destined to die,
intelligent design,
I must truthfully lie,
seems so deadly benign.
The faithful procreate
in attempts to pass on
a spiritual state
mysteriously gone
widely esoteric,
even though known by one
more studious cleric
who has eaten the fruit,
they know good from evil.
My endless point is moot,
sure to cause upheaval.

Author notes

I am playing the devils advocate above with no desire to go below

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