Nature Of The Beast
Powerful and prosperous, all laws are far from his sight.
With pride, he boasts of victory and valour in the fight.
His winning ways, captures his victim's heart and mind.
Whilst vilifying the peacemaker, the humble and the kind.
Under a flag of truth, he crusades against an evil of his own design.
The architect of our destruction, the silent facilitator of our crime.
With secret office in opposing camps, he orchestrates for war.
Born in chaos, his remedies lie in the shackles of draconian law.
In arrogance and conceit, he hunts defenceless souls lost of care.
Set on capturing the weak, tempting the innocent and unaware.
With hidden hand and watchful eye, he lies concealed in wait.
Lurking as a lion in ambush, set to pounce upon the taken bait.
A mystic fellowship of secret schemes and symbols of devise.
A silver tongue, that speaks of gold, fluent in half-truths and lies.
Recited oaths exact their free volition, chaining them to his mark.
While temporal gifts of power and wealth, lead only to places dark.
Bleached in the light of charity, he is hallowed and hailed by all.
Loudly he boasts of his hearts cravings, emptied lives are his call.
Under his authority all collapse, drowned by his power and might.
Love is lost, the spirit forsaken, laud the dark usurper of the light.
To those gentle and kind, invited to partake in his benevolent feast.
Listen to the heart for it will silently reveal, the nature of the beast.
Copyright © Michael Tippetts | Year Posted 2021
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