Oh, what tangled web we weave <br />when first we practise to deceive... <br />Though repetition is the mother <br />of studies, knowledge and no other <br />great skills are needed to succeed. <br />Deception works. It works, indeed. <br /> <br />It is a rare exotic bird <br />who'd always keep his given word, <br />he owns a rather modest nest, <br />a loving heart beats in his chest. <br /> <br />The weavers often ridicule <br />this honest soul, call him a fool. <br />Afraid of orderly debate, <br />they cheat while they pontificate. <br /> <br />The web they weave while still alive <br />will cling to them when they arrive <br />at checkpoint Heaven, Judgment Day, <br />where God shall have the final say. <br /> <br />But even then, don't hold your breath <br />they will attempt to make their death <br />into a rousing celebration, <br />where no one fears obliteration. <br /> <br />Though, let me ask you, in conclusion <br />is goodness then just an illusion? <br />And, why on earth would our God <br />give to the evil folks the nod? <br /> <br />One day He talked to me in thunder, <br />bravely I asked about this blunder. <br />He said 'As night cannot be day, <br />all sinners are allowed to pray.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-answer/
