I’m a whisper in the compounds of your dark and twisted mind
I wish to vanquish evil, though not always can you find
The voice of reason to whom I bring
A melody of truth to which I sing
A harbor where your sins ferment in guilt that I inflict
In hopes to sway you from the wicked and spells poured out on script
Not all have been blessed to posses me
Those lacking are most menacing to be
A drive which can prevent malicious crimes from bloom
Yet hold the power within ones mind to send a convict to his doom
Like the white noise of a cricket, you hear me every night
While your own free will can enable you a bigot
I can only tell you what is right
What am I?
The answer to this riddle will be the topic of next weeks post.