If God were not watching for our mistakes,
And Jesus could care less where mortals find
Their pleasures, and the Holy Ghost don't mind
Your stealing and your lies (just no big shakes)--
If Kharma's wheel don't roll around to crush
The wicked man for his carnal misdeeds,
And good folk aren't rewarded, nor their needs
met, neither here nor in life's afterblush--
How would things change for you? How would you live
With no assured justice, no holy writ
To guide your footsteps? What if this is it?
Would you stop being kind, or cease to give?
Would it be the end of guilt and of regret,
If what you see is really all you get?
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