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The Beast

The Beast

I

nside my veil of human contamination is my beast;
Lay awake at night at laid to rest at day this creature lurks.

The beast cares not for luxury, fame, fortune or civility;
This is the creature that cares for the most precarious and wrongful things.
My inner nature to create and destruct all that is inside my insurrection is at peak inside my sight.

This inner beast of my soul is Natures derivative of all things Naked;
I am naked of evil, I am naked of emotion, I am naked so that is my way to be.
I care not for the things of this society.  I care not for that of illusion.  I care not that for anything but to give in to my luscious desires for passion and romantic mysticism.

The gracious scent of the next creation ensnared in my nostrils I can smell your taste and taste your soul;
With one clean sweep of my teeth I can tear you apart with my distant stare with the stink of Death's Curse hoisted upon my Liar's Chair.

Insolent cares this world has succumb;
For it is not my own care, to give into such insolent fares!

Beating my inner Beast and I as One is what gives this World the Ripple of Love and Hate all radiating through my effervescent illusion of Death and Life within the written words of passion itself.

The deepest and darkest pit I have sit too long, and shaded my eyes from your elusive world, Hiding all that I am.  Shading my view from your pitiful sight!  all of this is such a mindless plight.  This is going to be a wonderful self destruct!


Grin and deep within I share my Darkest Desire;
My Loveless Hare is that of an innocent child's stare!

For it is Care and Touch;
that you will need to keep my attention at ease.
Careful indeed and touch less in my steed of heed you will find a dream in this seed!

All your Love and Hate intertwined with my Poetry of Illusion and Massive Deceit will make Once and Maybe Twice!  Such a Loveless release.

Make it all worth your while,
For after I'm done there will be nothing left to steal.
I will have it all encapsulated in this field of distilled impurity;
On my words releasing it all through your mind, spirit and body.

Such a face, Such this disgrace, Such is Much to give in to my Selfish Taste!

But, then again.  Who are they to Judge?

The Beast;



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