Conscience

The Conscience is our instinct bred in the mind, With our body, soul and spirit entwined Its an unnatural breeding inside us A part of us that we can never suppress It opens our heart to our emotional doors Reads every of our inner pulse It embed in us the feeling of prejudgment Even before we stand infront of God's throne of judgment It is our internal perception To death and its awful reception A good conscience is to the soul what health is to the body It's a gift of divine soul embody it preserves constant ease and serenity within us and more than countervails all the calamities and afflictions which can befall us No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell It speaks what our mouth is afraid to tell It is the voice of the soul and the passions of the heart The body and it can never be torn apart It is the sacred haven of the liberty of man And the sentinel of every virtue of man. It's a dog that can't bite but won't stop barking And a demand for peace that won't stop asking It reviews the truth behind our shadows And the pain behind our sorrows