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Mastery of The Beast Part II



Vision nothing more than a dream given life by drive or

will. Will nothing more than the never ending hunger to go

farther, push harder, move faster. Faster you go and the

ballet becomes nothing more than a maddening mosh. Mosh from

too much tequilia in the body. Body ripped apart from the

pushing, the drive and the hunger. Hunger you do for a

better way, a better chance, something new. New ideas must

be revised and packaged to meet the plastic wrapped mass

market. Market the virgins before you afraid of making love

with a beast. Beast standing silent awaiting but a flinch to

strike out. Out he tore the heart, the soul. Soul what you

try to use as a sword against the savage inside. Inside the

mental dojo the master and dog fuck show continues.

Continues always, there is no ending or beginning to it. It

is but an endless cycle that ignites itself each breath.

Breath of fire from the dragon, inferno's begun in but a

spark. Spark sliding across the virgin skin, unpackaged not

wrapped in plastic. Plastic dolls the virgins all melting

away. Away the beast turns not holding place, lost face.

Face the music of life. Life, a callous bitch that enjoys

sadism and irony. Irony that it takes the beast to live, to

face down death. Death all too easy to surrender unto. Unto

the pyre the artist, the master would be tossed. Tossed

within his own unrelenting tempest. Tempest on the horizon

awaiting, looming and brooding. Brooding the hunger in the

beast's eyes. Eyes ripping apart the heart and soul ever

more. More will, more drive eternal. Eternal the fire

ignites itself, it's called a vision, a dream. Dream a song

woven to slay the beast. Beast in my arms, frozen in

embrace. Embrace the beast as a lover. Lover canhold me,

caress me and make me whole. Whole am I within the vision.

Vision it took to learn to see that.