everyone is born with love in them you have to be taught how to hate each blow that landed was an education they taught me and I learned it well I wanted my pound of flesh on the bone I’d dig my grave right next to yours to serve the dictates of my primitive heart
the road to hell is paved with the tenderest intentions and even monsters strike loving bargains which servile souls guard most jealously because there are slaves who kneel at dark altars they revere their tyrants and venerate their oppressors they are only too eager to wear their master’s collar because the gods that we ourselves create are ours to serve forever
back
in the bygone I got my jollies pursuing
cheap thrills with
drink, drugs and sex I feasted with the beast in the house of inequities I never
ever figured I’d get a
gut full of the beast or that I’d turn punk and tear loose like a mad dog
monsters
in uniform are hot on
my trail
they can smell me it’s the
rotten blood
that’s stained me deep I shall
get no rest now the night belongs to killers and killers never sleep
we
fear the minions of the
bloody beast
as we fear the beast himself and so we
learned
to live as beasts and follow
beastly rules
for we were meant to serve and are
fit for purpose because we adore the beast while we despise ourselves
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