Hedonism

Hedonism,
Hedonism,
O, thy wreath of fame.
Vomitoriums no longer,
For men... they say... do not display.

Callously, the atheist chomps
To win the never ending debate.
His Reason is his tool,
His tool is his gate.

For love, he says, is more beautiful as a chemical.
Morality, more beautiful without a law.
Science can reason our goodness.
Archaeology why Satan did not fall.

To this dark omen,
A chemical can one day cease.
A world without a Law, would be violence in the streets.
Animals do, yes they do, commit every terrible crime.
Archaeology, they say, shows why men are not divined.
For the evidence proves,
That men are like the beasts.
And Noah's flood is immoral,
Yet this forecast is quite bleak.

For at the end of times,
What is beautiful cannot sway.
For beauty is just a chemical
Like a photosynthesized ray.

Does not the truth put sway upon our hearts?
Do not the stars, impart a certain charm,
And geometry lighten the more one does chart?
Is not love a good thing
And is not the chemical inspired by the truth?
Not the feeling is the truth,
But the liquor of it true?

For feelings do not say,
What is good or so very dark.
But, rather, they are gifts given by God
To help us know when a thing's a farce.

A good heart tests the liquors,
A good heart tastes all the wines.
And when an inebriation becomes hollow
Idolatry is the kind
Of drunkenness, worshiped above our God.
For feelings do not make true,
But truth does feelings impart.

Yet, when the heart is bad
And cannot draw a sympathetic string
When kindness does not etch
Into the hearts of man and king...
When instead, the heart is dull
The feelings unfelt.
When another man's feelings
One cannot tell.
Then, I say, corrupt it has to be.
Yet even more so than that
Is saying God is but a fleet
Of feelings, and wrong assumptions made.
For it is indeed Christ
Who brings peace to all hearts this way.

Yet, Hedonism,
The ode upon my lyre,
Dulls all good feelings
And dampens a holy fire.

For the liquors come,
And tamper down the flames.
It dulls the heart
The heart it breaks.
For all sympathy is broken,
The heart is so unkind
Who hedonism has broken
Who hedonism has maligned.