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About Conscience
A poem about conscience
About Conscience
Conscience is a living thing
It rewards with eternity
yet haunts with an immense remorse
It’s unknown where and how it’s imprinted on us,
call it the God or the Aliens,
Remorse haunts like an approaching hell for
the remorser,
Eternity, and freedom on the other hand,
opens to the one with humility, innocence and self reflection.
It’s not known how the heaven and hell looks like,
possibly a split second before everything ends,
or a long circle of time where
the past and the present meets with judgment of conscience,
One thing is for sure
The conscience is a living thing without any
trace of mankind.
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