Stench Of Flesh

(2 timothy 2: 22)
Storms of impulses headed
My way to destroy
Turning beauty to repulsive
In a flash
Struggling to restrain
This whirlwind of desire
Hoping to fulfill what
Needs to be controlled

Overcome
These wicked deadly thoughts
Overcome
What's in our evil nature
Overcome
Seconds of pleasure leading to
A lifetime of horror
Overcome
This horror
This horror inside me

This horror takes control
Won't you walk with me tonight
The Moon is full & the fog surrounds
In the cemetery where we go
To our secret place
Together where we play
Our dirty little game of risk
Aware & conscious of our actions