I’m the lonely voice in the wilderness.
The Beast eye’s up his prey
It wants to defecate on my remains and lay claim to my soul.
Its hunger is insatiable never able to quell its thirst for blood.
It is cursed to search for its victims.
But this time it’s unable to lay siege on its prey
For my armour is my faith
And my weapon is the truth
They are like kryptonite to the Beast
Gnawing and twisting at its insides.
Its only desire is to lay waste to everything around it.
With every stroke of my pen is like a lethal blow to its body.
Festering wound seeps out its vile disdain.
I am merciless in my attack.
No longer will the Beast subjugate me as one of its many helpless victims.
For I have become the Hunter
And the Beast has become my Prey