My inner voice speaks to
me to tell what is right the
devil on my shoulder
always trying to blind
my sight.

The voice telling me,
no asking what I think is
right. My person is my own
and the decision is mine
free will, using my emotions
knowing what is right.

The little me on my shoulder
dressing in black and white,
whispering evil nothings in
my ears to convert my thinking
to that which isn't right,

I have two voice,s telling things
I need  too do, but in the end it
is my voice I must listen to. I have
there advice, some times the shoulder
whispers win,and I feel guilty
for what I did. As weak to the
voice at that point knowing it
wasn't right to easily did I give in.

But I listen to the inner voice to
the rights it shows me, more often
than my shoulder demon who's
voice I bloke out not letting its
thoughts in.

It is my voice I need to listen to
advice is not a sin, but to give in
to the voices, to let my voice be
silenced I will never let this happen
neither voice would  win. They
are only voices and I am the decision
maker, to choose what is done, my
conscience will lead not the voices
within.