Conscience

I am simmering rage which dwells in a man’s heart
the one that steals their souls for my own.
I am the sinking grief that must be a big part
of what you feel for me to take hold.
I am the hatred that is foul acts start
and no one dear do I know.

I am fear that must be so strong
for a person to do my will.
I am the whispers that you have heard all along
ones that mighty men shy away from.
I am the thing that you will become before long
for I am the need for revenge.