Despairing Conscience – The Cockney Bard

Despairing conscience

My despairing conscience, torn in two, finding irrelevance a sordid friend. Perpetual deviance, soiling a mind. Weakened, pitied am I to choose between a conscience soiled and truth. Pervade me a tolerance of dignity, pursuing a mind of indifference. Perceive in mind’s eye a tolerant side, a conscience to trust, but woe is me. ‘Tis time of madness. Melancholy me, and a conscience soiled.

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