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Literature Text
lycrothorpy
a mythical disease
of time long past
In old days
a man might dawn a skin
to transform into a beast
as I dream I see a beast
I hate it,
I Know why its here
its Part of me
That makes me hate it even more
Frustration, Sloth, unpledged or affiliated, Unfocused, lust
that is why it is here.
Am I the hunter or hunted
Is this beast haunting me or am I haunting it
The hanging man, a card of suspended animation
eternity is a devil of a thing, I don't want to live forever
Cause forever is a cruel curse.
I see myself reflected in a lake
I'm wearing a tophat and a formal clothes
with surgical gloves and I see a cane, or a short sword, or is it a wipe.
either way it's a civilized weapon
It shows I am above the beast
but the beast cares not
we share that don't we
We don't care what others think of us
It only deepens my fear
I must fight this thing
we charge forward
it claws are raised and a pistol raised
I hit it just at the right moment
to tip its balance and stager it
I then swing the shortsword and Draw its beastly blood
But my focus is weak and I am caught in its jaws
It crushes my shoulder between wicked teeth and I Shove it off
I pull back and heal myself
only to have the fearless beast charge forward
I switch to wipe and Flash it with fury
It does little to stop it.
I grow tired From the bite
and Switch tactic And wait for opportunity
The beast charges forward with Lust
I resit and only manage to escape by the skin of my teeth.
Only to grit my teeth in frustration at the missed opportunity
the assault would have done little damage to me or anyone else
but I wanted to resist it
The unfocused, frustration and pledged Force of the beast
are contagious and I quickly feel a twitching in my bones
I must finish this
So I leaped forward and lash the beast with Voracious force
and pride is what poisons my mind
The beast is stunned and I am opportunistic
and so I role behind it and Charge the shortsword
I drave the Cane into its back and Slaughter My Pray
But I soon realize I have lost to my own shadow
the beast was always part of me and attempting to destroy it
has only feed it and Captured my soul
I am a beast, this I cannot deny No matter how formal my clothes
I where a human face but find a beast under my skin
Am I wearing a human skin to try and be human
am I wearing this blessing of a disguise
to attempt to call the beast under my skin a curse
can I ever be free of the beast that lives under my skin
