If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Then sin is in the eye of the god
If a goddess created the world
Then her conception of sin
Must be it's oldest example
If a god were so cruel
A vengeful and sputtering clod
To glance below and deem sin
Then what righteousness has he?
Apollo's eye might find sin in ignorance
Hephaestus crafts sin from sloth
Ares' watch sees such in weakness
Aphrodite names it as ugliness
Demeter conjures sin from cruelty
Dionysus sings sin is toil
And they all wheel endlessly
Round and round
Atop their mythic mountain
In disagreement and strife
As we scurry below
Acting only in those capacities
To us afforded by their creation
For what else could we do?
And we all wheel endlessly
Round and round
Below their mythic mountain
In disagreement and strife
While Chronos waits
With relentless patience
To grind the flesh and bone
Of both God and Man to dust
Between the millstones of time
And bring a close to the world's inscrutable story
That's a poem I wrote a long time ago about moral nihilism. I thought it might help break the monotony of my health updates somewhat, as well as accomplish some self expression in a way I don't often do on social media. If you enjoyed it, leave me a vote. I'd be happy to hear any comments as well.
I might even post some more poetry if this is well received or I otherwise feel like it.
