Conscience did assinate my guilty deeds
While pleasures displayed them as blameless needs
I could not escape the ringing in my ears
That toned a chime, increasing all my fears

My soul was a wasteland steaming in guilt
Over which I grew flowers with pleasure's sweet milk
I displayed no sorrow but only great great joy
Pretending to think rightly while every passion enjoyed

Then I looked in a mirror no face thatI knew
While standing there asked could this all be true
I was so changed,so old,so aged with ugly pestilence
A price one has to pay for a life of dissipance

Oh! Within this very depth I could see such sickness
I had thrown away my simple life with all its every richness
So the mirror I shattered,did away with these ways
So my conscience is back and good things does persuade.

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