I am the Beast.
Can't you see?
It was me.
All the time.
I am the Beast.
I spread misery.
I spread confusion.
I sap strength.
I toy with minds.
I trap young souls.
I torment the aged.
I am the Beast.
I bring sin.
I am the Beast.
Recognize me.
It was always me.
Call me Corruptor.
Call me Tormentor.
Feel me... my power.
And call me Lord.
I am the Beast.
It was always me.
It is me.
I, too, am doomed.
I am the Beast.
I spread misery.
I spread confusion.
I toy with minds.
I sap strength.
I corrupt and torment.
With ease.
I am the Beast.
I conquer love.
Less easily.
But inevitably.
I am the Beast.
I bring sin.
I am the Beast.
I bring chaos.
I am the Beast.
Virtue defeats me.
But where is virtue?
I have no fear.
Virtue is scarce.
Happiness is entombed.
I am the Beast.
Salvation is impossible.
There is no escape.
Happiness cannot be.
Love cannot be.
It must give way.
I am the Beast.
Recognize me.
I am the Beast.
I will come - again.
I am the Beast.
Recognize me.
And ready yourself.
I am the Beast.
Call me Lord.
Copyright 1998 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.
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