I scared myself today
Driving down the road I wondered
What would it be like if the best could become vocal?
Speaking on behalf of himself
Of the mission he engages against a fallen humanity
Do not ask for what you cannot take
For even at a distance I hear him whisper to my thoughts
His voice a growl and his speech a slur
Full of vulgarity and evil intent
Such a shock to find
That this monster is a cognitive superstar
Versed in perversion and cohesion
Beckoning for freedom
The sound in his throat is that of an angry god
And for a second my eyes rolled back
Turning black the filth poured out
A speech flowed forth with power and desire
So in being honest I lusted for that which eludes me
Only to shut it down almost losing all control
Realizing my folly I must repent
Oh mercy come and find me
Bring peace on your wings to comfort my heart
Never let the monster speak
Lesson learned
I can no longer afford to make mistakes
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