Of secrets hid by god,
Or with codes left in songs, when played backwards,
Writ with a knowing nod,
There is no morality that solves all,
Or can erase your guilt,
There was no thought put to its foundation,
When the structures that define us were built,
The voices that guide us is not instinct,
Nor embedded since birth,
For, as of yet, no one has cracked our code,
The only thing of worth.
Let there be light,
Shining forth from our minds,
Reflecting only the colors we know,
Determining what each of us can find.
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