Poetic-Verses
'' Your Conscience Will Win ''
The art of delusion,
Does cause confusion,
Soon you'll lose sight of the truth,
What you must do is seek a solution,
Before you do something uncouth.
Perhaps it's a lie,
Telling it you deny,
Though inside you know the full facts,
Where morality sits you refuse to comply,
Then something inside you reacts.
That time you stole,
Remains in your soul,
Yet you refuse to accept any blame,
By trying to dig yourself out of a hole,
It's you who are left feeling shame.
That affair you had,
You knew it was mad,
All you did was cause others strife,
Trying to pretend you were feeling glad,
By blaming it all on your wife.
The car you crashed,
Left people's lives smashed,
But you upped and then ran away,
Leaving their hopes for the future dashed,
As for them they did not have a say.
The human mind,
Can be very unkind,
Delusion will lead you to your fate,
If from the truth you pretend to be blind,
You'll be left in a terrible state.
All your dirty deeds,
Won't fulfil your needs,
You're in a battle you know you can't win,
In your mental health you'll have sowed the seeds,
In the end,
' Your Conscience Will Win '
Does cause confusion,
Soon you'll lose sight of the truth,
What you must do is seek a solution,
Before you do something uncouth.
Perhaps it's a lie,
Telling it you deny,
Though inside you know the full facts,
Where morality sits you refuse to comply,
Then something inside you reacts.
That time you stole,
Remains in your soul,
Yet you refuse to accept any blame,
By trying to dig yourself out of a hole,
It's you who are left feeling shame.
That affair you had,
You knew it was mad,
All you did was cause others strife,
Trying to pretend you were feeling glad,
By blaming it all on your wife.
The car you crashed,
Left people's lives smashed,
But you upped and then ran away,
Leaving their hopes for the future dashed,
As for them they did not have a say.
The human mind,
Can be very unkind,
Delusion will lead you to your fate,
If from the truth you pretend to be blind,
You'll be left in a terrible state.
All your dirty deeds,
Won't fulfil your needs,
You're in a battle you know you can't win,
In your mental health you'll have sowed the seeds,
In the end,
' Your Conscience Will Win '
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`` Your Conscience Will Win ``
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