A Cacophony Of Voices

In discord with dissonance, they dance, before my eyes.

With stridency they boisterously draw near.

Their chitter chatter, making a bunch of clatter.

Served to me on a silver platter, as if I were a Mad Hatter.

Should it really matter...???

It's all a bunch of lies!!!

What's got me scared is what the voice's have been bellowing in my ear.

They say my soul belongs to them after my body dies.

Such racket, I can't hack it, or back it.

It's a bunch of hoopla I don't wanna hear.

With their latest jarring they've hit a sour note, and now to God my heart cries.

Voice's that have found a way of ascension, from another dimension.

They've come to capture my attention, while my minds under suspension; only to bring about a lot of contention.

To lose my soul to all there bewailing and caterwauling makes me wanna shed a tear.

My only hope is God looks down upon me from the skies.

My only hope is God see's what's made my vision blear.

My only hope is God looks down upon me and sighs.

Knowing my soul is something I hold close to my heart, and very dear.

I must confess In times past through the terrible lows and tremendous highs.

I let the voices carry on with their hubbub, like each were a scrub, drunk at the pub, on some whiskey or beer.

Only this time the angle, of the jingle they jangle, over my head has found it's place to dangle, and it's my patients it tests and try's.

All their fussing over my soul has got me feeling a bit queasy, sleazy, cheesy, and queer.

I gotta ask God for some balls to grow between my thighs.

I gotta kick things into a much more higher gear.

I gotta look to heaven for the source of my prize.

Thier disquietude over my soul, has brought about a detonation.

One which caused an eruption, of corruption, that's found its way into my mind to leer.

A pandemonium of demons has got me running scared, due to the way they've cut me down for size.

I have no choice but to kick myself in the rear.

I have no choice but to let my temperature rise.

I have no choice but to let my anger sear.

It's time to embrace, the power given by God's grace, it's place, so I can stand in my fears face, until my fears are all gone without a trace.

It's time for the voice's, and I to cut ties.

I'm no longer gonna listen to their babbling, bedlam, blare into my ears.

I'm no longer gonna be scared when I see them manifest, to mock me with a fleer.

The way they crossed me with their unmelodious, unharmonious, ambiguous, hullabaloo, out of the blue, and so untrue, wasn't one bit wise.

Gods gonna give me the ways, and means to defeat the voice's sonance, and turbulence,

Gods gonna put an an end to their uproar over my soul, and I say this with great cheer.

Due to this it's me their gonna hammer, with their clamor, to try to cause me to stammer.

I know one last hoo-ha is gonna go down, and the fireworks are gonna go off.

I know they'll have one last sqwauk, and squabble due to their outcome.

Cause I'm gonna cast them down lower than any scum, and send them packing, feeling deaf, blind, and dumb.

Never again will I fall scared over a cacophony of voice's.

Never again will I fall scared of the harshness found in the noise, brought about by their guise.

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noun, plural ca·coph·o·nies.

harsh discordance of sound; dissonance:a cacophony of hoots, cackles, and wails.

a discordant and meaningless mixture of sounds:the cacophony produced by city traffic at midday.

Music.frequent use of discords of a harshness and relationship difficult to understand.