Conscious is the voice of God
That speaks to you when unsure
Letting you find justice in acts
And rights amidst wrongs are made
The motivator of the just man
And the curse to those bad running
Always tired, never resting, angst
The good outrun its cause kept
Society would topple over easily
But for the individuals that make it
Without conscious, only chaos
Unable to look about, beyond one
No great edifice could show support
On a solitary pillar standing alone
Even the mightiest columns hewed
Would collapse in that mayhem
The attention of virtues resounds
In conscious heard from on high
Perpetual in its being as long as
Thy neighbor remains yet thyself