Death of the Conscience
Conscience with a gag over its mouth, loses more credibility as its influence lessens and its voice becomes fainter in the mind of the man moving toward perdition more so as each day passes by. Its horns become worn out from so much usage. Its frustrations grow stronger from not being heard, but yet it still perseveres as God never gets worn out and subsequently does not give up.
Yet the voices full of strength and wisdom are at full volume, dictating the rules of morality. For his punishment they spread a distaste through his being. Even though the sound is still there, he tries to not let it affect his demeanor. Then the voices are finally silenced as he reaches the state of perdition. When he kills someone, he has no regret for what he did.
To his dismay though, here come the voices again loud and clear as he lies on his death bed. He reflects on his life and regrets the way he lived it. He’s scared for what might happen to him when the white wings of death take him away. He is finally intimate with God again as he was when he was drinking his mother’s milk. He is reformed now but yet responsible for his killings. He lived his life as a man in hiding, looking over his shoulder for someone seeking revenge. The death of his conscience led the way for the life he lived.
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