An empty throne: No monarch governs, and the heathen rise to their (own) seats of judgment. Giving themselves to the darkest desires, they've made their bed in brimstone and fire. In such a way, you claim that I have no sense of good, no care for faith. Forsaking God have I given myself over to [bad word] and depravity? If we act without fear of damnation is there an ethic worth living by when we go to ashes the same when we die? The values of [bad word] and integrity bear intrinsic worth providing a standard to live by and to judge the actions of men in this life. / loved one falls ill; cancer takes over. I stand at her bed with no help to offer. As she's taken by the darkest disease she lays in pain without relief. In such a time I claim that there is no kind of good, no sign of God--just mortal flesh engaged in survival until the day we fail in our [bad word]  without purpose behind it all. I held her hand but said no goodbyes in the hope she could fight and refuse to die. After I left she stopped breathing and death finally set in. I held her hand and said no goodbyes but I'll go to ashes the same when I die. / Her death enforces my belief life is transient, fragile, and weak; an example of nature red in tooth and claw. Her death is evidence of tragic flaw at the heart of [bad word]  Her death is evidence of [bad word] on the part of man's designer. Though my knowledge is finite I can stand and judge with confidence one with the power of God could not be content to stand by and do nothing. There is [bad word] moral fabric stitched into the heart of our awareness that ensures not one of us would hesitate to end such suffering. But [bad word] cannot possibly surpass that of God; by his lack of action we know we are alone in a godless world. Her death is evidence of tragic flaw at the heart of [bad word]  Her death is evidence of [bad word] on the part of man's designer. Though my knowledge is finite I can stand and judge with confidence one with the power of God could not be content to stand by and do nothing. Her death enforces my belief life is transient, fragile, and weak; an example of nature red in tooth and claw.