Guilty conscience
I am the soft whisperer,
Who murmurs in your ear
And does not let you rest
In the twilight hour.
I remind you of all your sins,
And all your acts
Of omission and commission.
I am a gift to the righteous
But God’s curse to the amoral.
I am the thorny bush
That does not let you stray
From the straight and narrow path.
Escape me you cannot,
But deaden me
And ignore me you can.
But hark yea,
That my death rings the bell
For you to be thrown down,
Down into the fiery pit,
Where you will never rest.
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