Hell

Existing in the realm, of its own true hell

the pacing of the parasite begins to swell

it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard

it will never survive without its bevy of words

as an infant, it fed, on what it desired

and the need to grow was quickly retired

it donned a mask it had soon acquired

and eventually dressed in regal attire

I am! I am! it said aloud

while hiding behind a glistening shroud

to none it wavered to none it bowed

worthy am I! it heartily vowed

as a thief of hearts, it sought our souls

and refused to acknowledge the unspeakable tolls

it relished our pain our faults and our woes

acted as friend yet lived as foe

for the lower we were, the higher it's rise

sometimes nestled on pillows, feathered with lies

soaring as an eagle, through bright blue skies

impeding the light, from watchful eyes

it changed lies to belief and that belief to admiration

it became its own form, of revered celebration

though to those who saw, through the garish decoration

it was nothing more than sheer abomination

these were few, who could actually see

how sad and sickened, this thing could be

they lost their battles, to make it flee

as it wiggled in joy and laughed with glee

and a new found strength, was gained from the seers

they found it flaunting, in front of its peers

for this mask was now learn-ed and it shed false tears

and a victim was born, its path, though not cleared

for as day turns to night, conflicts persist

the heart can grow cold, but the soul still resists

new defenders of truths will continue to enlist

and the spirit of God will always assist

yes a fight ensued, yet the beast stood tall

and flashed it's lies, fooling most all

it cried poor me, and with such great gall

It is I who has suffered!, was it's deceptive call

the truths presented the stern manipulations

the deeds that were done, with much stipulation

the lies that served, as mere stimulations

and these they hoped, were condemning revelations

the mask took form, and revealed a child

the innocence of eyes that appeared softly wild

no sign of his pride, no sign of the vile

how dare the "truths" accuse him of guile

hearts blood flowed, and non seers cried

as the villagers witnessed a man so tried

a man who was beaten, and his humanity denied

a man who was not evil, but sanctified!

The steel once hot, now cooled to strength

it enveloped his soul and his body at length

the blood of hearts, flowing in sync

protected him now from morality's links

alas truth lost, but so did the beast

for a cancer did grow, and on lies it did feast

from within his throat, it locked in its feet

and his mask is now meeting a deadly defeat

Existing in the realm, of its own true hell

the pacing of the parasite begins to swell

it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard

it will never survive without its bevy of words