Something immensely immoral was about to happen,
As you can distinctly smell the stench of insanity in the hills;
The skies looked so full of a sadistic passion,
Suggesting an infamy that was to go down the historicals.

As she raced through the meadows,
The girl, about 16, was seized by the 6 demons;
Who wore the skin of humans,
But were monsters on loose from the south of heavens.

They unchasted and murdered the young maiden with pure brutality,
Who might've died asking her god, just why did it all happened to her?
The poor soul is still seeking justice against the insane and wicked criminality,
From the system of law that is ****** to the very core.

Taming the wild within you,
Is the path to become one with the jungle,
The chore is, yes, difficult so,
But helps you seek the Savage in you.

Eavesdrop the whispering chilly wind,
Blowing out in the open,
Infer the talk of the invisible giants,
Blasphemy to the very end.

What's the Savage? you might ask,
Its something that will forever last,
It is the beast in you,
It will be the best of You in your mortal flask!