Gentleman, let us today examine the human conscience
Cut it open; dissect it to the bone, to the marrow if you will.
Once you have it pinned open, you may see that it is
But a rough, over emotionalized tumor.
You may try to give it discipline
Hold its tongue, give it a good chastising.
Save your time, there is nothing you can overcome in it
Its veins thump with evil blood.
Remember that the more a man succumbs to his conscience,
The louder he shouts.
Now let us expose man's need to belong.
Belong to fellow human,
To feel needed.
To be part of the mob
To be the mob.
Gentleman, never trust the mob.
There is nothing it can accomplish for you.
The mob can never win.
Remember that the louder a man shouts,
The emptier his argument.
Dreams are the gateway to ourselves, Gentleman.
Our truth in life
Our salvation, though no 'jesus christ' lowercase j.c.
No 'lord almighty' lowercase l.a.
But once tamed, your dreams may benefit you,
Even your most nightmarish thoughts, may give you solace