A preacher on Wednesday night
A fornicator on Friday night
A candle in the darkness
And yet a wolf amidst the flock
Who am i

Yet not guilt do I feel
Wading through the motions
Effortlessly, like falling rain  from above
Emotionless, like a brain dead elder.
Who am i.

Am i simply the unfaithful husband
Am i the hypocritical preacher
Am i the lad with a disociative personality disorder
Am i the devil
Who am i.