"Follow the Voiceless Truth."

God has infiltrated me.
He calls out from where
I cannot see,
beyond the breaches of
the Devil's defenses.

He tries to lure
me into shallower shadows.
But I'm keen to keep
my prey in prison.

But God sees that
I am not he
who holds the key.

"Follow the Voiceless Truth."

He protects my prey with
inaudible auspicious whispers
from darkening droughts,
my tinkering with thoughts.

He sees the shadows
through His light.
He knows my demands,
he won't act,
won't react,
to my commands.

"Follow the Voiceless Truth."

God's presence torments me,
it laments he who cannot see.
His death is imminent,
but not by my hand,
by awakening from my brand.

My once so tight grip
around his tongue loosens
while he silently utters
"Christ compells thee"
and I'm forced to flee.

But as soon as
the light flickers,
the shadow enters.

The Devil is always
game for another hunt.
The prey will always forget
while drinking drunken drools of
pain and pleasure.

Meanwhile I beget and
feed my forces for a
triumphant return.
For the ultimate battle
to eco and rattle.

Such fragile mind
in this spirit baby.
The tastiest kind.

In the shadows I wait,
I lurk and bait:
"Come hither, think
of pains and pleasures.
Act from your mind,
your emotional tethers,
be blind, be mine!"

For in his weak moments,
deaf to his God,
I strike fear into his heart;
death to his God.

Overwhelmed he tries
to comprehend,
to amend.
But then he's mine.
The hook sinks only
deeper if you resist.

But from nowhere
his God exists.
My tinkering is interrupted:

"Follow the Voiceless Truth."

And the endless battle
is ever on.
He is getting feisty.
I'm turned on.
We will meet again.
Soon.
Very soon.

You better keep God
under your pillow,
or I will be there
with a haunting willow.
Waiting for your return,
waiting for us to burn.

Can you hear me right now?
I am not one to give up,
I will not bow.

You are forever a host
to my delight
and God can never
be my plight,
as long as you
live and breathe as
you breathe as you,
and not as He
breathes as He
breathes in you.

You will never be free of me,
until you realise and see
that I rule you with
thoughts and emotions on
the Devil's playground,
while you are searching
for the bell of
Heaven,
in scorching
Hell.

"Follow the Voiceless Truth."