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The Face Behind the Flame

By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished about 5 hours ago 3 min read

Verse 1

There’s a whisper in the rafters when the night begins to crawl,

Says the monster in the corner ain’t a monster there at all.

It’s the echo of your heartbeat when you’re running from the truth,

It’s the shadow of the choices that you buried in your youth.

You can blame it on the darkness, you can blame it on the night,

But the demon in the doorway only rises when you fight.

Chorus

’Cause the ego is the demon, wearing every scar you’ve made,

It’s the ghost of all your hunger, it’s the fear you can’t evade.

It’s the mask you stitched together from the lies you couldn’t face,

It’s the howl inside your ribcage when you’re begging for God’s grace.

You can curse it, you can chase it, you can call it by its name—

But the demon’s just your ego…

And it’s burning in your flame.

Verse 2

There’s a mirror in the hallway that you never dare to touch,

’Cause it shows you all the pieces of the self you fear too much.

Every wound you left unspoken, every sin you tried to hide,

Every time you chose your pride instead of letting it all die.

And the demon grows in silence, feeding on the things you shun,

’Til it rises like a serpent when your running days are done.

Chorus

’Cause the ego is the demon, wearing every scar you’ve made,

It’s the ghost of all your hunger, it’s the fear you can’t evade.

It’s the mask you stitched together from the lies you couldn’t face,

It’s the howl inside your ribcage when you’re begging for God’s grace.

You can curse it, you can chase it, you can call it by its name—

But the demon’s just your ego…

And it’s burning in your flame.

Bridge

You thought the devil lived in shadows, in the forest, in the grave,

But he’s sitting at your table, drinking everything you gave.

He’s the whisper in your triumph, he’s the tremor in your fall,

He’s the one who swears he’s saving you while tightening the thrall.

And the moment you surrender, when you finally kneel and see,

You’ll find the demon never owned you—

It was begging to be free.

Verse 3

So you walk into the darkness with a lantern made of bone,

And you face the thing that followed you and claimed you as its own.

And you see it’s just your ego, trembling naked in the light,

All the terror you’ve been feeding was just you afraid of right.

Let the fire take the falsehood, let the ashes fall like rain—

When the demon’s unmasked fully, only truth and God remain.

Final Chorus

’Cause the ego is the demon, wearing every scar you’ve made,

It’s the ghost of all your hunger, it’s the fear you can’t evade.

It’s the mask you stitched together from the lies you couldn’t face,

It’s the howl inside your ribcage when you’re begging for God’s grace.

You can curse it, you can chase it, you can call it by its name—

But the demon’s just your ego…

And it’s dying in your flame.

Outro

Let the lantern flicker low, let the night reclaim its throne—

You’ve unmasked the only demon…

And it carried your own bones.

Chorus

’Cause the ego is the demon, wearing every scar you’ve made,

It’s the ghost of all your hunger, it’s the fear you can’t evade.

It’s the mask you stitched together from the lies you couldn’t face,

It’s the howl inside your ribcage when you’re begging for God’s grace.

You can curse it, you can chase it, you can call it by its name—

But the demon’s just your ego…

And it’s dying in your flame.

inspirational

About the Creator

Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior

Thank you for reading my work. Feel free to contact me with your thoughts or if you want to chat. [email protected]

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