The Voice
This voice is unheard.
It screams for attention.
It is ignored by many
And hardly ever mentioned.
Its soul cries for mercy.
Its heart longs for filling,
But the emptiness remains.
The sin keep killing.
The fire gets brighter,
But you lose all sight.
The evil wonders about
Burning through the night.
The face of darkness
Calls out to the voice.
Laughing evilly, he says,
"This way your choice!"
This voice will scream forever.
This is where it chose to be.
It will be in this moment
For all eternity.
It screams for attention.
It is ignored by many
And hardly ever mentioned.
Its soul cries for mercy.
Its heart longs for filling,
But the emptiness remains.
The sin keep killing.
The fire gets brighter,
But you lose all sight.
The evil wonders about
Burning through the night.
The face of darkness
Calls out to the voice.
Laughing evilly, he says,
"This way your choice!"
This voice will scream forever.
This is where it chose to be.
It will be in this moment
For all eternity.
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