What If The Final Sentence Is...

Mowing profits on the fields of greed calculations in outwitting the weak getting ahead for self-centered need impatiently planning in egotistic heat Cultivating multifold vice and misdeed excusing it as most common, practical feed forgetting finality, height of charitable deed hazardous injustice and severity into the soul seep Two-faced, double-tongued habitually ingrained day by day expanding as offensive to look at stain perfidious, double-dealing constantly wheeling surges of guilt viewed only as an irritating feeling Misdeed? ! Under the rug sweep! Lies after lies filling the well deep! Are they safely covered? Will they be discovered? Lull the soul to sleep... In iniquitous slime In vain, trying to bliss leap! 'What's unfitting with exertion for me? ' Foolishness! End the prattle! The means matter! The aims matter! Each intent matters! The Final End Supremely Matters... The final sentence The Thunderous Voice announces... Wickedness, self-love forever denounces: The final sentence is... 'Hell' 'All efforts wasted by thee', 'Nothing was done - out of love - for ME'...