Alive and well is the beast in this land.
This cursed land in which we dwell.
Ignorance is bliss, we say,
But the knowledge of such danger, is necessity.
Preying and feasting
On all the breathing,
No matter what
We hold ourselves accountable.
When we face the beast and lose all our strength
“Where is the hand?” we cry
When things don’t go our way.
When trials come,
For the risen help our souls need.
But shall it grant the favor?
Bestow grace on the ungrateful fakes?
God help us.
Lord have mercy on us
For asking in time of need,
But giving a blind eye;
Turning the cold shoulder
When life is just fine.
We all deserve the worse.
Hell at its finest is all too good for me.
I deserve the bottom of the pit
Even tho it can’t be reached.
I should go there;
I deserve the worst…
But then came the blood
Thicker than any other,
Stronger than any antidote.
The thing that saves
The desperate and wicked.
This cure is the salvation of the beast
And his venom;
The poison it injects in each and every victim.
But I won’t be that victim any longer!
For the blood that was spilt offered me more than a death sentence,
But a life sentence
To freedom in eternal love and hope
Peace and joy.
The one thing that the beast is vulnerable-