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You sit In your thrones of ivory and gold While your people Go hollow down below You sit Trapped in your dreams While every friend you ever made Is torn apart at the seams I stand In the old alleyways Watching this world Stumble into hell I stand Blood on my teeth In my hair Pulsing in my brain Eating at my heart There lay a beast In our heart of hearts And mine has been eating me Since I was a child When I was young The beast was quiet Only coming out when it felt like it But when it came It showed no mercy Over the years It ate more and more And as I was beaten down By your lies By your betrayals By your worlds So too Did the beast Tire And so I came to know the beast How it is And always has been My protector But the beast grows old As do I We are tired We are beaten down And we are hungry For your thrones of ivory and gold For the dreams you cannot help but hold But we are not you And when the need arises This beast will show mercy To walk hand in hand with those you would see hollow To comfort those who Like us Have always struggled for control We will help those you deem helpless And when the sun sets On this broken world You will wish the beasts had come for you instead
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Beast Blood
You sit In your thrones of ivory and gold While your people Go hollow down below You sit Trapped in your dreams While every friend you ever made Is torn apart at the seams I stand In the old alleyways Watching this world Stumble into hell I stand Blood on my teeth In my hair Pulsing in my brain Eating at my heart There lay a beast In our heart of hearts And mine has been eating me Since I was a child When I was young The beast was quiet Only coming out when it felt like it But when it came It showed no mercy Over the years It ate more and more And as I was beaten down By your lies By your betrayals By your worlds So too Did the beast Tire And so I came to know the beast How it is And always has been My protector But the beast grows old As do I We are tired We are beaten down And we are hungry For your thrones of ivory and gold For the dreams you cannot help but hold But we are not you And when the need arises This beast will show mercy To walk hand in hand with those you would see hollow To comfort those who Like us Have always struggled for control We will help those you deem helpless And when the sun sets On this broken world You will wish the beasts had come for you instead
#angry
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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