a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Playing the Whore

Yeah, I'll sell out
My soul for a fix
My attention for nothing
Over here, over there, everywhere
I'm scared you aren't enough
I want more stuff
Change me, Lord
Draw your sword
Sever the cord
The idols, the hordes
You are so quiet, yet terrifying
All around me at all times
And in me, my heart
But you seem far
Because I turn away
But you stay
And yet I play the whore
But some day, no more.
 

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