An indistinguishable line between right and wrong
The distance merely two finger-breadths away
The moral cup is both half full and half empty
The two forming an upsetting symmetry
A concept that many mold from experience
Or simply copy from a confused society
If morality is a myth then who is truly in control?
How easily we stow away this moral compass
For money, fame, and other transient pleasures
There is no law to the criminal who is never caught
Who modifies moral ethics to suit her greatest vices
We transgress in utter tranquility
And resound with a blatant ruckus at the faults of others
If morality is a myth, can there then be law?
What is shame to the shameless, or loss to him with nothing left to lose?
What is law to the lawless, or murder to the unloved?
The world plots and schemes, developing new ways;
To destroy itself.
Until conscience is as common as a typewriter
And selfishness as rare as smartphones
If law is a myth, can there ever be order?
For all have sinned and fall short of His glory
Earth as terra nullus, became Christ’s territory
The only true law we find in an ancient story
The life of Jesus Christ is our moral allegory
So in a world of wickedness, hypocrisy and sin
Where every blockade to happiness just never seems to budge
I don’t have all the answers, but I know where to begin
With God the Executive, Legislature and Judge.