Your Voice, From John to Abigail

Your voice is like the sharpest ice shard,
During the coldest of the winter days,
Dropping from a tree branch,
Killing the couple squirrels underneath you.

Your voice is like the sting of a scorpion,
That will not kill the victim;
It will torture the victim's conscious,
Knowing that he has let the weakest of the weak,
Defeat him at last.

Your voice is like many things.
It is like the fire of Hell,
The luring of the sweetest honey,
The temptation of greed,
And, at last, the sound of the fallen.