There is no 'good and evil', faulty is the dichotomy of such distinction;

'truth and untruth' is all there is, the rest must meet the extinction.
The closer we stand with the truth, the more good we become;
the farther we drift from the truth, to more evil we succumb.
Humans possess the power of discrimination, such is Thy gift;
apply it we must, or else on the soul corruption will dawn swift.
When emotions delude the intelligence,
firstly vision gets blurred;
Then this human-animal burns the beauty,
that there is in the world.
So to dig from emotions, the nuggets of gold;
the reigns of it, intelligence must always hold.
More evolved is the organism,
finer are the tracts of culture;
Sharper are the pangs of pain,
intense are the trips of pleasure.
Pain and pleasure, are the colors of emotion;
whitewash they adroitly, the valors of notion.
The knowledge of 'truth and untruth', 'good and evil'
will dawn upon Thy;
When to get rid of emotion, even for a moment
you shall not Shy.