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Oct 2013
Beware Of The Dog**
Even if he sleeps
He isn't gone
Still anger seeps
Into his bones
It keeps him alive
All he knows
Rage and lies

He is the primal part of me
The part I hope to never be
He is the end of the war
The beginning of the blight
Black to the core
Absent of light
Always wanting more
Stalking the night
All he lives for
Is a ****** fight

His teeth sharpened
His claws honed
His muscles hardened
Iron for bones
His cage of ebony
Bars built by me
Walled in ivory
So he can never see

I feel the instinct
Baring jowls like a wolf
A killing machine
Rage waiting to engulf
It is the one thing I know I can do
Without a doubt, tried and true

For his blood is mine
So he always knows
When it's time
To come to blows
But I breathe it out
The burning stout

Because though a beast feels no pain
I know this means he has no gain
So I keep his cage locked
Cushioned, it must not be rocked

I know there is beauty in brutality
Grace in a perfect ****
No weight of reality
When blood begins to spill
But I know there is something better for me
A miracle that I see 
No one needs to bleed
For my soul to finally be free
Matthew Nichols
Written by
Matthew Nichols  Ozark, Arkansas
(Ozark, Arkansas)   
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