We all have them voices inside of us,
most commonly called the angel and devil,
sitting up high on our shoulders,
whispering softly into our ears.
the angel voice light like feathers,
the devil voice rough like a sore throat.
My conscience i believe is this,
internally debating my next move,
whether it be right or wrong,
whether it is for selfish reasons,
whether it is for pure reasons,
whether the result be a mixture of both.
Yes, we all have them voices unside of us,
but in the end what we do is down to us.