The Whisper
I hear a whisper
Sincerely breathing in my ear.
It is a demonic, freezing whisper;
My God, it’s all I hear.
Here, filled with fright,
Lust dwells within me dear.
Blasphemous pride roams intensely,
And the sin is all I hear.
With this gift,
I search to see
And hope to be something against fatal odds.
With this flesh,
I yearn to be
A king, if not, a god.
Sincerely breathing in my ear.
It is a demonic, freezing whisper;
My God, it’s all I hear.
Here, filled with fright,
Lust dwells within me dear.
Blasphemous pride roams intensely,
And the sin is all I hear.
With this gift,
I search to see
And hope to be something against fatal odds.
With this flesh,
I yearn to be
A king, if not, a god.
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