Whispers

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How can I stay pure when the devil is whispering in my ear

With promises that tempt me even in my highest moments

With its snake like voice that seems to sink into my very bones

Sweet delights that are my deepest desires

How even when I sleep

It flows into my dreams corrupting them and turning into nightmares

How when I wake from them with a heart pounding against my chest

It's pledges echo in my ears, ringing

Fading out for a few seconds of silence

Till he resumes his mummers

In the dark of my nightmares

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