My Conscience

My decisions

My thoughts

Built into bricks of a wall so high

No god could topple me down

My integrity

My principles

Woven into tapestries of shining gold

Hanging in the face of those who try to touch

But find they cannot

My ethics

My morality

Written into lyrics so sweet

The taste makes you shiver

From the candied impression upon your mind

All these facets form my conscience

One so virtuous and true

That to live without

Would be the cruelest of deaths