The Deepest Conscience

They seek a cloud to cover windows well;
To shelter dismal people for a bout.
They make mountains, rivers, oceans swell
And take the baleful downward for a clout.
They strengthen fledglings healthy from inside
To use them sparing love, yet hate again.
They toss this rhythm toward those who chide,
And aim to slander names of dauntless men.
They lay in wait for children to come walk
To guide their paths away from certain bliss.
They hear the calls of mercy fall to talk
As more and more do follow Death's sweet kiss.
They turn and hide from fears that lurk within
Because they know what they have done is sin.

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