In broken vows the fallen rise
They tear the seams which hold the skies
Fear, hate, and swollen strife
Pierce their hearts like a bloodied knife
For crimes long forgotten in years long past
They do their work and deeds of lambaste
Their soulless eyes in hollow heads
Fill their prey with bubbling dread
These creatures which hunt the human prey
Live within everyone, with us every day
They have another name you see
One heard by children, usually by three
They are our consciences, when we have done wrong
They know the deadly siren song
From within we are told the error in our ways
Sometimes we fight, others we pray
A precious few listen though
To their conscience, the inner foe
They learn to follow the path so sweet
One of kindness, true and complete
If we could learn from them and listen too
Our world could be brighter, and true
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