Beast
There is a beast inside
gnawing its way out from within
the flesh of a confined soul
from within the mind of the young
boxed in the standards of tyrannical expectants
There is a beast inside
the turbulent candence of the heartbeats
masked under the monotonous voices of everyone
biding its time to growl
to show the crowd its immensity
There is a beast inside
the walls of the powerful
painted with the crimson sweat of the commoners,
adorned withe golden ornaments
laced with the empty promises
Then the beast inside
saw the light from the hole
from wich its talons will take its liberty
and its tongue will finally spit
its poisonous remedy
Then the beast inside
grew stronger
as they cut its talons and tongue
bit by bit it's shredded to pieces
Drops of blood became a pint
until it flows, slowly bathing the other beast inside
the flesh of the confined souls,
the brain boxed in the tyrrant minds
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