Voice Over Easy

You know my enemy

That sly insidious
vice whisperer extraordinaire 
of a persuasive bent
taking up residence 
in your easily influenced head
that gets you to do
what you know
deep down
you should not do

Those clever rationalizations
that sugar coat temptation
making them go down easy

Say hello to Dr Satan

Purveyor of feel good prescriptions

And you certainly
know me
I'm that feeling
in your heart that
tugs at your soul

That nagging doubt
when you do the mischief
your heart screams
you should not do

I am your conscience

Defender of your soul

Excavator of buried morality

I am God

The one flaw in my design
(at least the angels say so)
is the free choice
I installed in man eons ago

I beg to differ

My faith
in this product 
of my divine creation
remains eternally steadfast

As do my lofty expectations