When we go too far into the dark, our conscience is seared so that there is possibly no redemption. We cease to hear the voice of reason and good!
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MORAL DECAY
It speaks louder than ten thousand men,
A power it holds on all who’ve been,
Small sometimes, but with passion,
It calls all to give reaction,
When one does an act to grieve,
The mind cries out to be relieved,
Tell someone, somehow, sometime, somewhere,
Let them know and be aware,
It calls and pleads for your response,
Louder and faster your mind it haunts,
At some point the voices stop,
They quiet down and give you up,
Your conscience seared and fully closed,
Turned to stone while your heart implodes.
PTR April 1, 2011
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