Sin's wages must be death, and they are paid
In total justice and complete desert,
Fully and well, for sinful creatures die.
Yet so does virtue, and the virtuous
Beside their sinful brethren must be laid,
Their lives as painful, terminally curt,
And therefore over. If we should ask why,
What answer can be ever made to us
But "all have sinned"? Yet when that has been said,
The question lingers: "And if God is great,
Why are the good and evil just as dead?
What is the purpose of this common fate?"
But virtue in its heart knows its reward
Is that content it will itself afford.
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