Beast of Misery

It always comes at the best of the worst times
That beast of misery, that shallow fool
It tears at my heart and strips my humanity
But I digress, because my humanity is a borrowed one anyhow.

Therefore, my shield of faith is drawn, and though it is strong
I am not fit to wield it. Or is it that I am, but do not use it correctly?
And when the beast of misery comes, smiling, extending his hand
With my own slight of hand, I will cut it, and leave it’s pieces
Where it belongs, trodden by the feet of men.

And yet, it’s presence still overwhelms me,
And I find myself a recluse, in the body of anyone but.
I regret the day I took it along side of me, my partner, my friend
He knew me too well, and I him, so that should one of us
Fall into lust, the other would save us from what
Essentially was the truth.

Oh, you sly bear, you clever fox. You found where I’ve
Hidden my pride, in the book case behind the stairs. Yet,
No creation of God will bare it’s fang against it’s ownself
For the purposes of self-righteous greed, lest it attack
What he might truly seek.

Beast of burden, leader of the wicked, the apocalypse
Of your nation is near, and I will come riding triumphant.
Steed of ivory and gold, it’s rider the saint of men, His
Image will I bear, and you will weep when all that you know
Becomes all that ghosts of the past whisper about.

Beast of misery, you are king of the spoils of the battle
You lost millennia before the first flag was waved.