Like a looming cloud ov'r my head
You loom over me
Like a quiet whisper in my ear
Leading me astray
What is this voice and calling
That replays mistakes
The demon inside
Guilt
Like an angry man
On a cold winter's day
With his gruff hat
and his fake toupee
Calloused and rigid
The words you speak
Ring into my head
guilt
guilt
guilt
Just a Vessel, an empty Vessel filled with the Holy Spirit. Blessed, free, child of the King.
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