The Beast

Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul The days eviceration about to unfold Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake And you wonder inside " How much more can I take" Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries "Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage For you both know it's victim has just turned the page Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light He slinks from your presence, flees from your might You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin For the Love of your God, companions and kin Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win. Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE. Grace and hope to us all Walter Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR