A Soul's Lamment

Quiet speaks much, Till my heart says no quit; Conscience or guilt, One is stronger, and I won’t know which, Cause’ I don’t know how you keep them both, It happened before and, It happened after choice, 6 down after choice, In lifting up a voice, that’s 6, A couple months ago = 6, How do you explain it? The disappearance Of the weak in appearance, Seeing it you claim never, What then, do you not have surveillance? Or ever; Its acrimony in the coerce of your intelligence’ Forever; Sanctimony so-long we killed by the state intelligence, Is it Clever’ for one to kill the ones he sworn to protect? It’s what they are skilled, and I just don’t see the relevance, Again i fail to see the significance Of not being strong, Never; You proved it wrong for your reverence, Not long after we discovered antimony, By the time we lacked hand and licked the sand; To Stand wrong for our rights; Out of the pain, pain of your reign, But then I’m sorry, Its Over; Since you never give an epitaph, But then you claim the epiphany, Who’s to claim, we’re dying, All dying and you not crying, Sad to say it’s over But the Voice remaineth, It’s 7 in mourning,7 huts mourn,in one equation, Save every missed morning,and one under the moon,for same question, Before it went over, And it’s over.