Soul Control

What is the true heart of a man? Is it in darkness of midnight, the pale light before dawn? Does his mind have control of his soul? Will his soul take control of his mind? Evil sighted multitude, all fair kindness blind? Or empathy for, his lessor mankind? Is his life’s passion real unconcealed? Do concealed passions make his life feel surreal? Will the next act of kindness bring him world’s treasure? Or will the world reveal his hearts conceited true pleasure? The true heart of a man beats with soundless measure, Self-importance, deceit and malice twice clever, For those standing beneath he’ll crush into rubble, His heart rumbles a chance, be amusing, falsely humble, The true heart of a man splits a universe asunder, Assembled, rekindled, made new by God’s thunder? Heart of man, true only in the mind of his Lord.