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You've seen a mother Nursing a child, Giving freely Of herself. So altruistic, She finds maternal pleasure Through nurturing. My close friend Gave his son a kidney. His very own ***** Putting himself in jeopardy For his son's prosperity. The pleasure of altruism Wasn't lost on me. Have you seen the picture Of the man on the cross. He wears a smile Behind his blood mask. He found pleasure In offering salvation. No greater gift, Can be bestowed From man, woman or god, Than the innate pleasures Of self-sacrifice.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
The Pleasure's in Self-Sacrifice
You've seen a mother Nursing a child, Giving freely Of herself. So altruistic, She finds maternal pleasure Through nurturing. My close friend Gave his son a kidney. His very own ***** Putting himself in jeopardy For his son's prosperity. The pleasure of altruism Wasn't lost on me. Have you seen the picture Of the man on the cross. He wears a smile Behind his blood mask. He found pleasure In offering salvation. No greater gift, Can be bestowed From man, woman or god, Than the innate pleasures Of self-sacrifice.
One may argue that all motives are hedonistic.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
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