I try, and I try to slay this beast within. This beast preys on all my good
intentions. This beast hates my good will, and absolutely fears my
hospitality. I say, I have to restrain this beast within. Stepped on, beat
up, and left for dead, my spirit submits to the rath of this beast of
vengeance. Vulnerable is my heart that seeks protection from
inconsiderate pupils of hate, selfishness, and greed. The beast gladly
volunteers protection in hopes of quenching its thirst for bad blood.
Caged in the darkness, seldom seen by love, this beast feasts on ill will
while fiending to be set free. Set free, the beast yearns to be set free.
Dwelling in the cold dungeon called my soul, consequence and
retribution infects the mind of this hideous creature. Lost and forgotten,
the beast grows furious as I forgive those who trespass against me. He
feels betrayed by my willingness to turn the other cheek. As I seek
forgiveness for my sins, the beast grows weaker. The beast grows
weaker. The beast grows weaker. Death at the hands of the lord that
saved me, and slayed the beast within.