The Beast Speaks

I scared myself today
Driving down the road I wondered
What would it be like if the best could become vocal?
Speaking on behalf of himself
Of the mission he engages against a fallen humanity
Do not ask for what you cannot take
For even at a distance I hear him whisper to my thoughts
His voice a growl and his speech a slur
Full of vulgarity and evil intent
Such a shock to find
That this monster is a cognitive superstar
Versed in perversion and cohesion 
Beckoning for freedom
The sound in his throat is that of an angry god
And for a second my eyes rolled back
Turning black the filth poured out
A speech flowed forth with power and desire
So in being honest I lusted for that which eludes me
Only to shut it down almost losing all control
Realizing my folly I must repent
Oh mercy come and find me
Bring peace on your wings to comfort my heart
Never let the monster speak
Lesson learned
I can no longer afford to make mistakes

Inner Reality

Further into the abyss you come to a place of rest
And when you've reached the door you open it to fall
Deep down deep where rivers no longer flood
Because lack is in abundance and the parched dwell as dust
Fire consumes the land for even the sky is red
Buildings turn black as ash forms their shapes
Burt beyond repair, the world is full of crawling things
Benevolent creatures, angels, monsters and demons
So much is happening yet one lives there all alone
Crawling through the trash to make an existence
A garbage heap for a home
Dig out a hole in the ground to escape the smoke
Bombs fall and their craters become dungeons
Burning alive their victims are my martyrs
Lost souls that were caught in a war they didn't start
This is only a glimpse of the inner world that exists,
So far below the world of flesh
My soul is in the room right next door
Streetlights flicker but give no light
The wind blows hot as no relief is in sight
Starving for affection and God knows what else
Praying that in the end it would just all go dark
That's when the dogs come out to prowl
Seeking to devour they roar like hungry lions
Chasing the one made of flesh
They only one they could find
Hiding in the shield of a faceless warrior
And seeking council from a prophet who only sees the forgotten
Fountains taste of rust for it is blood in the pipes
This is not a place for a child to grow up
Reality sinks in and the thought begins to arise
That this is home for a boy
Built to run the gears of a complex gene sequence
The outer workings move to the beat of his drums
His cries ring in the ears of the man on the outside
How can there be any hope when the last glimmer was lost
Chard to embers that loft in a breeze that blows past forever
Even the ship of escape has no sail and no rudder
And how ironic for the lost boy never had a swimming lesson
He's already drowned in the sorrow of broken hearts
Mended with steel they will never open again
My inner reality is a land set aflame
Blackened beyond recognition this city has been condemned
So come and take my hand and prepare yourself
This will be a journey to a place you'll never forget
A land that once you visit will crawl inside your skin
And never leave the fortress of your memory

Tailor-Made

Who were the hands that formed me,
The minds that thought they could control,
What was the price of this undertaking,
And why was I left out in the cold?
Tailor-made for disaster
Created to become a weapon
An enemy in my own mind
You never thought that I could disarm myself
By placing that part so far away
Locking it up tight to never let it out
Replacing the ruler with an innocent boy
He holds the scepter
And wears the crown of aggression
The most sought after jewel in my fiery reality
Only one can wear the title of emperor of the mind
But there is one who seeks day and night
Searching for the child who remains enthroned
Forged from fire the crown is my salvation
Planted on a firm foundation it is my hope
For when rage falls into the hands of strangers
The world very well may come to an end
But I speak the question again
And I send it into the winds
Who created me to be like this?
Who do I place the blame?
Was it mommy or daddy or somehow neither?
Was it me with my insecurities and walls built high?
Could it be that I'm sick and I don't know why?
Or is it that I'm possessed and belong to the Devil now?
I was made for destiny but why is it I think,
That my future holds a sentence for a man that's been replaced?

The Experiment

They wheel me into a bright room
Strapped to a chair and latched to the seat
The cold iron cuts wrists so pron to bleeding
I guess this is how you cure a wolf man
Place him in an auditorium full of mirrors
As vultures look on from thrones above
Blades appear sharp enough to cut the air
Unfolded on a table the surgeon prepares the sufferer
Drawing dotted lines on the eyelids
The first cut makes sure that the boy sees it all
Like an exorcism there is an expectation tonight
Will it be ghost or goblins that spring forth?
What voice will the beast speak through,
And what is his nature?
Does he want to kill us all?
The experiment begins as I'm placed on a table
A full length reflection stares back dead on
The patient is prepped but he is not prepared
Each slice into his flesh reveals something new
Every knife gets bigger until they pierce like swords
An old scar removed and salt poured in the wound
How did pain become a solution?
Why is it you've cut out my tongue?
I no longer speak and now I come to find
I've been hooked to an electric chair
My coffin stands at the ready to swallow me whole
Fear is my prescription and envy my goal
To become like the rest of the world
Is that what I've been waiting for?
Was it so bad to be a wanted man?
Craving to disembowel my enemies
And drink their blood through my cupped hands
When will it end, this struggle to breath?
It all looks so bleak and I've put my hope in man
That their science will be my cure
Since the spirits of healing have ceased to sing
If by pain I'm purified then this is my cleansing
Doctor make me beautiful
So that this beast no longer reigns supreme

Why Nothing Happy

When I look inside my soul
I see a contradiction
A sadness that exists to haunt me
Like the ghost of a dead spouse
Who doesn't know that it has been 100 years
And the lover they search for
Has too passed on and found enlightenment
Confused and broken I fight for what I live for
And I know it's out there I just search and find
Pulled apart in the jaws of a lion and a bear
Torn in two I've become the center
Left empty and void with only fading blood stains
Sometimes I think that this is has to be a curse
This life I live where I'm constantly abandoned
It never ceases to amaze me
That the cycle continues even when you've jumped off the ride
You seek the living among the dead
There are only skeletons and mourners here
Tears trailing off into eternity
Falling to the ground sprouting into trees of grief
In me there is no good thing
My righteousness is vengeance
And the hunger for increasing wickedness
I've pulled out my eyes and placed them back inside
Facing my brain to try and find
Where it is that my prophet lays
The one who can tell me the answers to why
Nothing happy lives inside my mind

Where I Find Rest

I have to look and see
That outside the dark clouds
Lays a place where great strides are made
To be happy amidst the rain
And I find rest in this place
As my eyes are shut
When I come out of my gate
Stepping into light in a mahogany room
Warm enough to be comfortable
Where I find God with an acoustic guitar
Strumming along and forming the stars
Sitting at the feet of genius
The darkness tries to hide
Taken to a mountain planted near the sea
An ocean view from a thousand feet
Running amid green trees
Aligned neatly in a row
With a black rock path carved between
They solute me as I gaze
Taking off years from a boy
Who couldn't be more than 10
So don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Catching Z's on a dusty floor
Where desert flowers grow
Cool is the touch of the red clay
That baked in heat of seasons past
Waiting for the snow that falls on a grey day
Smiling as I sit on the roof of my own highrise
Comfort comes as joy interjects my reality
Holding hands with my best friend who loves me
I think I'll steal a kiss before it all goes away
Falling back into a bed of cold sheets
The scars of the day have faded
In the place where I find rest

Truth-phobic

Let's be honest and open all the doors
To know once and for all
That the reason for my torture
Is that I'm afraid of the truth
Lord knows that the truth will set you free
But the truth of the matter is,
When the real me comes out
There will be nothing left
Destroying even the invisible in which we put our hopes
Only left with pit falls and yearnings for more
A lust that will never be satisfied,
Is the flower that grows from this root of wanting to hide
Plant the seed of self defeat and water with damage
Sprinkled over the years from faulty faucets
Words spoken with so much heat
The light of the sun wasn't needed to make this sprout
Proving once more that to be meaningless
Only brings about a meaning of nothingness
And no one wants to be nothing
Even empty cups get full at one point
But a thought creeps up that I had long forgot
Maybe disappearing wouldn't be as bad as I thought
Not in a way that brought harm
Just floating away out past the sky
On a breath blown from the mouth of God
A relief from the agony it would all be
To know I would never have to look at myself,
And be disappointed every moment the reflection looked back
What's the point in digging
It seems my grave has already been made
To live a lie seems like it would be a cover for my wound
But deep down I would know I wasn't right
My soul would drag on the ground as I walked
Oozing out of the hole cut in the middle of my chest
Gangrene from all the filth used to patch the mistake
Covered in festering boils
This little angel is a devil in mans clothes
Don't get too close to magnify the past
Or the infection will spread to you next
Then the only thing you'll have left
Is to bite your fingers off just for some relief
I'm sick of the truth and it looks to be the only cure
Denial only did the trick for so long
The root of the issue seems to be myself
So to keep the tree from growing back
Lets cut it out and burn it the stump
Take it by the branches and join it to the dead
Paying the boatman to sail it off to Hell
Oh how I hate facing the facts
That I tried to hide the truth
But it just keeps coming back
The time to give up or push past is within sight
And at this moment I don't know what I'll do next

Remembering the Past

A thought crusader goes back in time
To remember a memory that doesn't exist
Somewhere locked deep away
The beginning of the pain
The genesis of my struggle through life starts at birth
So was it really like they said it was?
Was I wanted to badly that you pounded on heavens doors?
Making supplication for years and even swearing an oath,
That you would dedicate the child to wear a servants crown?
Pulling back the covers and letting the light expose
I remember that little boy who was marked like a bruise
Black and blue left alone in his room
Pondering neglect without having the words to express
Is that what really happened to make me like this?
Does the monster in me go so far back,
Once and for all proving that I am my own beast?
I thought I had pulled past this
Ran so far away that the thoughts could no longer haunt
Where was my comfort in all of this?
Weren't you supposed to be there to be my strength?
How could I stand without legs that had never stood?
Yet this is so hard to understand
Was it really that bad,
So harsh it became forbidden in my brain?
Purposely forgetting just to stay safe in my own head
I don't want to blame I just want to erase
To forgive and move past
Not just to relinquish the power of my darkness
But to remove the fact that it had ever breathed
Do I have to trade a childhood for a hypnotic foundation,
Spoken in though key words that allow hope to endure,
Injected like a syrum that makes everything okay?
Getting out alive looks so bleak now
To know as a fetus I was only feed lies
Connected to fear or something worse
God just tell me who I need to point the gun at first
Does a punishment even fit in a circumstance like this?
Blame doesn't change the fact the will to murder lives in my flesh
How do I remember a past I so desperately want to forget,
Using only bits and pieces of memories that won't ever exist?

Burning Bridges

What is it you think you will gain
By looking at me with the intent to kill?
You think that this will all just go away,
That you'll learn to live with me?
That in the end I'll somehow help the rest of you?
Well strike these words down with force
And etch them into the stone of your heart of hearts
My existence is to kill you
To take control of your body for my own greed
So burn those bridges built for tourists
The isle of disgrace you banished me to
Will be where I stay until you open the gate
When I will reign enthroned in flesh
Destroying and reforming the world as I see fit
The time will come
When you don't wake up
And the eyes that stare back in the mirror
Will be red with lust
Your voice horse with rage
You will break the reflections that look back
I won't let them take you back once I've been let out
You were right to fear me and lock me up
But I see you lingering on the distant shore
Toying with the thought
Of what it would be like to let me out
To feel the rush of what it's like to be bad
To have the thrill of the chase
As you devour your victims
And sustain me with their cries for help
Now hold those keys tight and entertain the thought
Of what it would be like to run with the devil through the night

Take My Death

Dear God we've yet to be introduced
I am just a simple man
An admirer of your hand at work
Not quit sure if you were there
But when I think long and hard
I see that life is so precious
That it could only be out of your love
We were all made uniquely from the same clay
I'm so thankful that even when I was in doubt
You always came through
And gave me everything I could ever want
I know I haven't been the best son
I know I haven't prayed enough
And I know I've done my part in storing judgments up
But I have a son
The jewel in my crown
And the greatest love I've ever known
You know and I don't have to tell you this
But the son you've blessed me with
Is laying in a hospital bed
Dying is an understatement
He has become death itself
Looking at me with fear in his eyes
Asking daddy to make the pain stop
I've come to the end of myself
No father should have to see death in his sons face
So God I come to you simple to ask
Let me take my sons death
Allow him to grow up and experience life
I've had a good run
It's time to let the new guard out
I can't live like this anymore
Seeing how he stands at the edge of life itself
How do I tell me son what dying feels like?
I don't have the words yet I think I know
Seeing him like this is worse then hell itself
So please God I'm begging you
Find it in your heart to heal my son tonight
If a transfer is in need I can handle that
But don't kill him on my account
I don't know how to end this talk we've had
Or if I should wait for your answer back
Just give my son the gift we all forget to be thankful about
Long healthy life in freedom without want
I ask this as one father to another
Please help me God
You are my only hope

Abyss

Falling faster down the rabbit hole
I thought I had come so far
Only to disappear in knowledge withheld for so long
Peeling back the layers only to reveal
The fact of the matter was we never even scratched the surface
Why didn't I know and why didn't I see
That the dependency of my healing was based on me
It was all me even from the beginning
Before I could speak it was me
The monster was formed in the womb
So now a new question hangs in the air
What am I, a beast or a man?
Cursed from the get go
Why did I not escape into the light on euthanasia?
The blackness I thought I left behind
Was always around me and I never knew to see
That the abyss was getting deeper
Right beneath my feet
Longing to go back and change all the outcomes
Destroying a childhood so that a chimera would not be birthed
It's too late and they say I will have to learn to cope
But I don't want to except it
I want to cut this cancer out of me
Oh how quickly one day changes everything
One step forward in wisdom
Is six steps back in progress
Talking won't fix me it will only shine more light
On a disease that has no antidote
Cast the spot on the creature of the night
The shame of my existence
And the torture of my conscious
I can't believe that for so long I was so ignorant
Sometimes the truth is a hard sword to swallow
Cutting out the locust that gnaw on my heart
And destroying my breath in the same thrust
Where has my hope gone?
I've come to the end only to see
That the real journey has yet to begin
I have no strength and no resolve
The time to give up seems like the next best thing
For now I sleep in the depths
A hole in the earth cut wide to squash life
So swing the hammer and nail it shut
I've climbed into a coffin and closed the lid tight
Sleep comes but it will be bittersweet
Though I shut my eyes I will never enter rest
Because I keep falling faster
Too quickly to wake up
I need a new hero now
To pry open my eyes and prove to me how
This was all just a bad dream

Names

The Realm: This is the flesh of the Man/Boy, the body and mind that encompass all of the characters or states of mind of the Man/Boy. When one looks into the inner workings of the Realm you will see that it is a mechanical world that keeps everything in working order so that the body continues to live, yet there is a darkness there which wants to end the harmonious state of being and bring about an end to the world.

The All Seeing Eye: This character is a new discovery. He is wise and full of insight, even having some prophetic abilities, being able to see things that are coming in the future. It is unsure if he can deduce these things through pure knowledge or if it is supernatural. This character takes in all the information from the world of the living and spreads it to where he sees it's best use, if it is useless he throws it out to burned. He has a Helper who comes to comfort him and give him wisdom from the Divine One but having a mind of his own he doesn't always adhere to it, which is shame. He comes in many forms, a gatekeeper, a conscious, a moderator, the leader of the characters who are either living for the greater good of the Realm or who are benevolent, only wishing to live out their purpose in peace.

The Boy: The Boy is self realization, often times in the form of an inner child. He never grows up, never ages, yet for his lack of physical maturity he is mature and sincere. He is a helper and because of his giving nature he is constantly taken advantage of. He is defended by a Protector who only lives to serve the boy and keep stability within the Realm. If the Boy dies, the Realm dies because they are connected and live through each other. What happens in the world of the living happens to the Boy in the Realm, and vice versa.

The Protector/The Warrior: This character was formed out of necessity for the Boy. The All Seeing Eye saw the abuse the Boy was taking at the hands of the world and formed him from the benevolent creatures Strength and Boundaries. His appearance is very strange, for he is in the form of an undead man, covered in rotting flesh and dead eyes. This was all done with the hopes that he would invoke fear into the enemies of the Boy. He wears black armor with red war paint and the armor is covered in spikes so that even laying a hand on him causes pain. He has no mind of his own and is controlled by the Boy and the All Seeing Eye as they see fit. At all times he keeps the Predator from coming out of his abyss in the nether regions of the Realm and entering the world of the living.

The Predator: The terror of the Realm, he was created by mistake by the All Seeing Eye, or so it is thought. Thinking that the Protector needed an aid in combating the enemies of the Boy and the Realm, he took from the benevolent characters Rage and Desire to create a super-weapon, a flaming darkness that could not be controlled and never stopped. This was done in an attempt to keep the Boy and the Realm alive at any cost. Yet there was a rebellion and he began yearning for things of the satanic realm which exists in the underbelly of the world of the living who have passed on in sin. He is the nuclear bomb that has escaped and become self aware, if he is ever set free he will destroy the world of the living. He lives in the nether regions of the Realm in an unending abyss of blackness, held at bay for the time being. There is no good in him, all he wants is to kill and feast of the flesh of his victims. He is known by many names, monster, beast, demon, unwanted thing, bastard child. The All Seeing Eye is looking for a way to destroy this creature but at this time there is no sure fire way of making that happen. All the wars that wage within the Realm are due to him and his will to escape and take over the gears which control the flesh. He is filled with every kind of evil and debauchery ever conceived and wishes that only the impure things of the world of the living have free reign within the Realm where he will sit enthroned as king.

The Man: The Man is the outward appearance of the Boy in the world of the living, he in fact is the Boy just grown and matured. He speaks to all the characters within him and lives in fear of the Predator, knowing that is only by the help of the characters that he creates that he can be set free. The effects of the wars within the Realm are seen in him and he knows that the Predator lives to control him, using his body as a vessel to bring about evil. The Man needs all the help he can get and is many times accompanied by other vessels from the world of the living as well as super-beings from the dimension that exists just on the other side of the world of the living. On his own he is nothing, but controlled through the right, or the wrong, hands he is of great power and influence.

What I think of the World

Simple stated I could care less about what the world thinks
I want them to know what lives inside me
I want them to see the monster they created in me
The more and more I think the more clearly I begin to see
I never intended for this creature to ever be
But protection and corruption birthed a mongol child
Wanting nothing to keep the realm free from disease
Only wanting to take over and destroy everything he lusted for
Eating the flesh and blood of everyone who ever raised a hand
Torturing all the people that ever said I was nothing
Now this plague that consumes my soul
Wants to come out and bring havoc and disaster
I want them to fear me and I want them to quake
To shake so bad that walls fall down and bury them in the rubble
Don't get this man mad and don't stand up too fast like you're gonna do something
You'll be placed right back down where you came from
And there will be nothing left for your family to mourn over in a casket
Such a contradiction this bastard child you helped created
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leather Face
Knife in hand and redemption in the other
You will either love me or hate me and the choice is yours
Because where I'm coming from every one of you is my enemy
And I couldn't give a bigger shit that you stand against me
I was born into this world alone and I prefer it that way
So if you think I'm going to go back to holding the world to a certain standard
I'd rather see it all blown to hell then bow down to kings enthroned on popular thought

Remembering a Little Boy

Sitting back in a chair and thinking back
About all the times I sat on that couch and called his name out
That part of me long gone but not forgot
He's always been a part
Living under the surface of the realm run by an all seeing eye
Call him what you will but there is only one truth
He was innocence personified
Just a small child with no one to lift him up
So now I'm all grown up and standing in the shower
Reminiscing of a time when I was afraid my naked shame
Thinking that monsters would come in and consume me
Anxiety to the roof all I could see was violation 
Being corrupted by the world that I held in opinion oh so high
And as the water drips on the white floor
I hear him writing his poem on a mirror full of condensation

"The sound of the water lulls me under
To join the dead faces of yesteryear's slaughter
Now that pain has become my only friend
It spreads black wings to pull me away
Will no one come to find me locked in a tower?
My God don't you see a little boy is missing?
He cries out for mercy to every face in the crowd
But how do you hear me with all the ghosts in the building?"

So as you can see this little boy was gripped in fear
Lynched by distress
The weight of that world he looked to
Became his enemy and pulled him under
In memoriam we remember that poor dear child
That inner infant that grew up only to die
Yet deep down somewhere he lives
Hiding behind the shinning sword of an undead warrior
If only that little boy would have known what living was really like
If only someone would have told him it would all be alright
Now a beast exists all for the fact that someone gave up
But his light will never go out and it lives on
Everywhere bright eyes heal the wounds of the oppressed
That is the place where that little boy comes back to life

Blackened Eyes

There is a place
Where no hand can reach
An abyss where lights go out
And happiness goes to die
A place of desolation
Congregating evil, the hordes flock to feast
Coming to the call of tortures screams
The horn of debauchery is blown
Lower the curtain and dim the spot
Clear the stage and empty your mind
For you are about to enter a scene of my thoughts
The warnings been issued
The first shot fired
There is no going back from this place
The mirror where black eyes stare back
Be prepared for the culmination
When perversion meets the cover of night
An explosion of vulgarity
Is all that awaits in the future
I told you it would get ugly
But you could never imagine
The things that are about to take place
Welcome to my world
Where hatred is unchained and the incubus set free

Audacity (RATED R)

I never loved you and this only proves the point
Go back to the place where you were birthed
That putrid tar that vomited up your fucking corpse
There is no wonder that hell spit you out
How is it you could treat your own like this?
Even enemies show more respect for the fallen
All you do is kick your children when they're down
You thought you could get away with it
But now it involves me and you've never dealt with this
I am a new kind of monster
A king in the art of bodily contamination
So please amuse me with your vile contributions 
Take one more step
And lift that hand once more
I can't wait to see what happens next
When I tear you open with my hands motherfucker 
There is a monster who dwells behind this flesh
And the man at the helm cannot control his outbursts
Tread soft whore you now stare at the face of death
Never have I ever wanted to kill someone so badly
To mutilate you and wear your flesh
Thank God you had your daughter between the two of us
Bitch this was your lucky day
All that I needed was for that word to go out
And I would bury you so fast you'd never know you're dead
Fuck! I can't wait until you breath your last
The man of peace will take a back seat for this
Just for a glance at the fate that awaits
How dare you treat your own kin with such contempt
I've been through this shit myself
And now you'll make me watch as you do it to my beloved?
I don't think so
I will never stand for this
You'll have to kill me first
And oh how I'd like to see you try
Try and fail so that I could snap your neck back
To drink the blood you begin to sweat
For in that rage a beautiful thing would take place
The removal of your spine
And the consumption of your organs
There wouldn't even be a trace of you left
A joy springs forth as I think
That the unrighteous like yourself
Will slowly be tortured and devoured by demonic deviants  
Even I would burn in hell for the chance to end the crimes you commit
You've scared the one I love
And left holes in the depths of her consciousness
Wounding a precious gift you never deserved to begin with
But that was then and this is today
When I have come to be her rock and her shelter
So speak with your forked tongue mother dearest
For my words will pierce like nails on your crooked cross
I will crucify you upside down and set fire to the beams
Just for to see you scream and fucking suffer
Though behind that which is spoken
I have more then enough skill required
To send sinners like you into eternal hellfire
There will be no escape and you will forever know
That when someone fucks with me there is no waking up
Remove me when this is over
The gun is loaded and I'm ready for closure
But that would be too easy wouldn't it?
I think I'll kill you with rusty knives and piano wire
So step into my nightmare world mommy
I'll show you what really being evil is all about

Resurrecting a Forgotten Character

All of creation submits to the sound of thunder
Crushing opponents into dust
Destroying everything in his path
The return of of the undead has surfaced
Forget what you knew
Throw out what you've been told
For it is much much worse

Riding like a conquering king
With the severed heads of rivals
Swinging from his side
Sword held high without a gleam from the sun
This weapon is covered in blood
And he and its rider will never be clean

Reanimated from previous form
This creature is much worse
Covered in horns of steel
The black armor of hell is strapped to rotting flesh
Chained to the unholy under new authority
Carnage awaits all who stand against

The warrior has returned
And this time he's out for blood
Fused to the back of a beast
Watch as your world becomes one towering inferno
Born to kill and created to devour
He yearns for flesh and he will have his fill

The Predator VS The Protector

The Predator
Turn the key and step through the portal
I am the one who awaits in the glorious darkness
Holding the knife and ready to strike
Drunk off of the blood of angels and saints
I live in the sin that is kept in the back of your mind
I damn the sun and call on the rain
Pour down pain and self loathing on this king
Feed me with your regret and hate
This dog is off his chain and is on the hunt
A haunt for everything the moderator despises
So as the light of day begins to turn grey
I raise on black wings and sing with the sirens of murder
Give me your soul so I may drag it to hell

The Protector
I know where I stand
And I know who I am
I am the immortal one
The one promised and prophesied about
Holder of truth and champion of faith
Taking the pulpit out past the steeple
I was brought to life to defend
To crush darkness and remove its head
Knowing full well the consequence
That there would be plenty of bloodshed
All in exchange for glory
Sitting at the right hand of majesty
The moderator would always be safe in my hands

The Predator
Draw the battle lines and prepare to siege
Swing from the rafters and fire poison arrows
Set fire to the host and crush his heart
There will be no rescuing and no retreat
I will not let up until the moderator is dead
And you still push through the barrier in order to see
How can you see what is in us all
That thing that you all wish to deny
To forget that I even exist
You don't want to see me
You don't want to look death in the eye
You've yet to meet a creature like me
The devil made manifest in singular omnipotence
I am a paradox that sucks the life from the celestial
And the boy thinks that he has an inner savior
I am here to pull him away from that mental messiah 
All that remains is me
The better and perfect resemblance of the formerly weak
Everyone else is dead and he will soon join their lot

The Protector
You think by hate you gain
But it is only in freedom that one is at his peek
I will never stop breathing
I will never give up
I hear Him speaking to me
And my strength is in His breath that fills me
Your attack will soon end as you are consumed
As fire falls and light penetrates the hidden things
Come forth and prepare for your time is gone
I am no longer afraid of what a good life can be
The moderator is planted and the roots will be unveiled
And he will mount up on noble stead with mace and malice
To destroy the hands that cover eternal eyes
I will come from beneath his skin and you will all see
That there is good in this man
And he will never be what you want him to be
A monster from the realm of the dead
Just know that what is now won't remain
For one is coming to make all things new
Predator will become prey
And your lot will be with the harlots and sorcerers
Cast head long into oblivion eternally

The Predator
You think so highly yet I know every crack in the wall
Every chink in the armor
Every broken barrier and every desire that will catch him on fire
Oh you try so hard protector
Yet you've forgotten the most important thing
There will never be one to catch me
I've been here forever waiting for the moment
And that time is now
Time for the final battle
I dream of a world without the sun
Where your light that blinds fades into nothing
When nihilism becomes the fate of the monotheistic
I will show no mercy or restraint
My rage is at the breaking point
And the weapons of my warfare sharpened
My lusts will become the future
The dream I have where you both sit in torture
There is no one that can stop me now
Because even now you are all my casualties
Wounded and disfigured
Decapitated and down trodden
Bowels cut through and blood drained by dirty fangs
Oh how quickly you forget protector
I will always have the last word 

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The Moderator
I march to the order given
BRING OUT THE DEAD, BRING OUT THE DEAD!
I am the flesh
The ensnared one caught between a snake and a viper
Poisoned and imprisoned
I look forward to a world reborn from suffering
Yet at the same time I speak with tainted lips
Conditioned to believe that I will never be free
Though this war wages within me
Between a devil and a refiner
A part of my still clings to life
As the rest of me has already joined the world of the dead
I fear nothing for am at the brink of nothing
Point the sword at my neck
And cut out my heart
You will see that it is only shriveled and black
Beating in hope unseen
That the war with the machine will end
Oh how I seek rest you will never know
To know life without pain
The pipe dream of a child fractured by a dragons curse
Sent from Sheol to devour me
Please save me before it is too late
Carry me off this broken base
So I may build on a foundation locked behind iron gates
I've become an end-seeker and a defiler 
How will it end and how will I know?
My flesh is breaking and the carnage of an internal battle's falling out
I scream without a voice and prepare to give up my ghost
The offspring of a broken heart and a suicide rope
You can't know what it's like to live like this
To stare at the mirror to see dead eyes glaring back
I'm so confused
I hear a kingdom call and the horn of the damned
Who am I?
Come and find out
You will never take me out of this alive
For the losers of every war are the children caught in the crossfire
How can you hold the hand of a dead boy?
With all the sparks that fly I see that I am just barely alive
Two sides want me uncaring if it's alive or as a breathing corpse
But I never asked for any of this
I never wanted to be conquered by anyone but myself

I'm Always Angry

There is a secret behind how I do what I do
The thing that brings out the beast who hides
Waiting for the perfect time to lash out
I almost killed a little boy today
Or at least I was gonna knock him out
And for what I really don't know
All I could see was the terror that filled his eyes
Moving on the next day to something brand new
But it still doesn't change the animal in his cage
Pressed beneath skin he awaits
Praying for another chance to come back to attack
Oh this is not what I wanted this for
This goes far and beyond protection
This is murderous, this is monstrous
This is me being taken over by a virus
Rupturing through my violence
Breaking forth when I need
And only time will tell if this is just bent up emotion
Yet something tells me it is more then that
But how can I keep this up
I think I have the Sergent York syndrome
Killing in the name of preserving life
Beheading other monsters by means of a different monster
He returns day after day and I see that blood is not enough
So you really want to know how I let him out
The trick, the secret to the game
On the inside I'm always angry
With a fire always kindled just in case
Waiting for that moment when the gas is thrown on
Inferno rage pours out and they are beat
This is more then just for protection
It lives because I like it
And there is nothing I hate more then this