The unseen crimes
Has an unseen conscience
That cries and pricks the mind
Of the unseen doer until they die
For buries things may not be buried
after all
In the mind they are exhumed as ideas in
a hall
And the culprit thinks others have seen
the troll
That is haunting his conscience like an
evil doll
Unseen conscience bears a scar that
doesn't heal
All medications reveals the wound of
veal
Silently blames the doer in their dreams
Haunting them to confess before the wound
heals
There is no dead conscience
Even the hardest of them breakdown in
loneliness
Unknowingly repents to be free from
their rottenness
Slowly peeling away is ideas to a
trusted audience
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