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Mastery of The Beast Part IIV



Seeing what each desire to see. See not the broken bones,

the dead sullen eyes. Eyes always the window's of the soul

no matter the shell state. State the point of view in all

that is seen within our reality.



Seen the family upon the beach did the beast. Beast within

and without, nothing more to restrain. Restrain the killing

instincts now before the walls fall away. Away to flee from

the master behind the hound of the inferno.



Inferno is where the soul is given birth, meets Death. Death

an old calming friend, one to kick back a few beers with.

With Life walks challenge a lovely little whore to displace

your worry. Worry not of the soul, it remains as a song the

same forever more as Life enjoys the ride.



Ride on they say, just accept it all. All that was ever

needed or wanted was a wholeness. Wholeness of mind, body

and soul presenting before you the man. Man but a humble

beast in a fancy suit fit for the masses so it goes. Goes on

and on does the cyle of Death and rebirth, there's no way to

end it.



It was so easy once to just let her ride too. Too much has

she rode me now I'm used to all her tricks. Tricks from the

whore Life, teasing you to continue until. Until you just

drift off in a cosmic embracing of the beast within. Within

those doors then lies the story of the slaughter of dear

darling Life.



Life so languid and sweet, in her pool of blood. Blood is

the Life for some, in it they raise strength. Strength is

nothing but an illusion that is used to present a wall. Wall

so high and hard to trap the beast within and keep others

safe.



Safe, something you wish for children. Children are you

until you stare the beast in the eyes. Eyes upon many still

blinded by the soft silken wrap of the plastic. Plastic, our

greatest illusion and advancement to this big blue ball.

Ball held to slay the beast, a grand feast held within the

hall to the East. East of the river Styx the illusions are

known well, used every day to live and continue.



Continue must I frozen now from this never ending chill.

Chill the wine now as I seduce the beast to soft gentle

slumber. Slumber a thing I'm never allowed because of the

fear of it, yes but one. One simple fear in living you see

in eyes that are mine, the fear of self and what it may do

to me.