The Ego

The Beast
Rages
On wild lustful
Death sprees
It's insatiable hunger
Unappeased

When the sun rises
Blood red
And the new moon
Is dark
Darker than the blackest part
Of the devil's
Pitch black heart

The Beast
With eighty four thousand
Bloodshot eyes
One for each
Of the illnesses
That take root within
And plague
The minds of men

The Beast
With ten thousand tongues
To tell the ten thousand tales
Of temptation
That lead down
The ten thousand trails
To damnation

And six point six billion
Foul smelling hairs
One for the evil side
Of every man woman and child
That is alive

And rows
Upon rows
Upon rows
Of slippery, slime covered
Razor sharp teeth
Infinite rows
For the number of lifetimes
It grasps and holds
And chews away on
Individual souls

And one massive claw
With five gleaming talons
That shred and tear
Hate, self-hate
Fear, violence
And despair

On black nights
With crimson dawns
The Beast shape shifts
And takes a form
Suited to the evil
He would perform
A buzzing fly of doubt
That becomes a swarm
A teeming mass of men
Dressed in uniform
With orders to leave
A land war torn

Not God
Nor Devil
How to defend?
Against one who lives
In our hearts, the hearts of men
Nurtured, cherished
Intimate friend