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