Belly of the Beast
The belly of the beast
Your soul he keeps
Swallowing your innocence
No strength just weak
His face is a preying wolf
In his eyes you're a weak sheep
Unable to see when you are woke but sleep
Your eyes are closed
While he constantly controls
Making you think that you are not sane
He creeps in preying on the membrane
Scrambling your mental
Your thoughts now deranged
He preys on the meek
Weak souls he seeks
He is the demonic satanic beast
It is because the ignorant chooses to sleep
In a slumber so deep
He grabs their feet
Dragging them into an oblivion
Where their mental gets beat
He's out in the open now
No longer does he creep
Knowledge is power
So we must seek
I often wonder why and how
The beast a gardner
The soul he plows
Keep your eyes open
Not sleep but woke
keep yourself covered
While the enemy chokes
Unleash yourself
Please be free
Try not to feast
Stay away from
The Belly of the beast
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