Beast

Beast 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