Notes and shiz

A lone whisper

I always hear them... Be it day or night, morning, evening, or noon...

I always block them out, until They are too close

Until I Can hear them begging to be created...

Small whispers, clicks, growls, moans and groans...

They're all there.

Then, I hear this small, small voice... Soft as a pillow, and as smooth as silk, yet as strong and sturdy as steel...

Creator! Creator of our World!

Was What it cried out to me...

And it touched my heart as it continued to speak...

We need you! Do not leave us...
For another child is to be born, and lives are to be taken
More lives are to change

And everything is up to you