The Beast

What have I done that ye put me here
I know no other love, but fear
I am Beast and yet within me there resides a Beast also
yet fear, this creeping crawling thing inhabits my skin
squirms within my bowels, hollows my eyes
And the Sentinel here is craven
beaten down by my power

I know lust
I would plunge and rape and draw blood by my penetration
and by the same token would take ye into me and bleed for ye
to fill or be filled, for in here it is empty, and the Sentinel within me
such as she be, screams also for the swelling bursting flood,
the opening, the fulfilling.

I know hatred
I would blind the eye of my enemies, blast them
feed them fire that they feel my heat within their belly,
and the gale of my thought within their feeble brains
I would have the reek and drip of their entrails
always upon my claws

I know envy and greed
Why should ye have that which I cannot earn
I must have it and feast, and have it all
What have I done that ye put me here.