The Few Who Conquer the Beast

Ah! The beast rolls his tongue in your blame he knows all actions and pretensions that cause you shame Too afraid to face your shame, you play his game. Thinking you get away with it the beast knows when your hell is legit and he takes you from inside Steals your pride. He owns you, don't you see- you can't fight eternity. Praying is the selfish way to keep the beast at bay but eventually he finds you eventually he owns you. Few, honored, few revered few people have nothing to fear. Only if one can spiritually conquer the beast- Few shall taste the sweet fruits of Heaven's feast- Less you conquer your personal beast. Motif- Philosophical By A. Green