Thin and white shutters of eyes I found then so bright
And Earth was in sorrow, hungry for his despise
His rhymes did not rhyme, but he would like mad still write
Only for black dignity, only to seem wise.
Smoke revealed his silence, darkened with every phase
Boiled in ice and doubled by vicin pearls of gold
Encrypted in crossroads so worthy of the chase -
Bending rules of word - crying - in secret dreams mauled.
Only for black dignity, only to seem odd,
He would find his title, surnames he had enough -
He was named Conscience, my mind made him a fraud.
'You were beside me in finest and darkest times
I gave you way to attempt escapes every day'
'And you were so distant in my hours of crimes
And I would not leave you - I reckon what you say
As part of your tainted wisdom, red and unveiled.'
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