The Whole Story of the Face

The face being only the tip of the iceberg
When the brow furrows into tight lines
And the eye narrow to sharp slits
And when the mouth makes a tight pout
There is a volcanic activity going on
Inside the depths of the heart
That is raging and clamoring to erupt
There is a boiling vengeance inside
Running in the veins everywhere
And the mind is feverishly scheming
And sketching heated deployment plans
For a tirade of very choice weaponry

Stick With Your Conscience

Think twice before you choose
To fight your own conscience
Before you run away from courage
Choosing the way of treachery