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
Copyright © Stanley Oguh | Year Posted 2014
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