A conscience full of thought
And sometimes full of froth
Enemies beneath and above
Just obey the heart of sincerity
And disobey the voice of dishonesty
The conscience is also full of agony
When there is no purity
When the dew falls
The heart calls
When there are bricks
The conscience pricks
The conscience is full of love
When there is no cove
The conscience is sad, endure it
And full of joy, enjoy it
The conscience is delicious
And sometimes unconscious
My conscience aspire
What you desire
Never retire
But remain afire
Friday, August 3, 2007
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