Heart Of The Beast

One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound,
but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled
with wonder and followed the beast.

Time kept running out

The stilled life of flowers left behind in the dark

Then chambers echoed with the unbearable cold

On its own, the heart could beat no more

It must take the beats of hearts outside to live on

"Give me your beats!" it roars with great authority

The lost, the proud, the blind, the bowed

Come with ripped beating hearts in offering hands

"Only in death can purpose be found!"

Luscious lies sear fried minds asunder for plunder

"Almost there! Just a few beats more!"

Down the bottomless pit sink pulses of life

Useless energy spent siphoned by the Beast's fatal heart

In knowledge without understanding, the fool's sacrifice made

And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast,
that the image of the beast should both speak,
and cause that as many as would not worship
the image of the beast should be killed.


Death's demented disciples devour in a vampire's vanity

Leashed lemmings lead to zealous zombies

A sorcery of numbers breeds needless bondage

Infertile the saltless souls fade

Reason is treason, "The heart's obscene!"

Bold in betrayal the hunt for the last virgin love

"How dare your heart still beat when mine has dutifully stilled!"

Tree humpers savage land in outraged lust

Triumphant snakes slither down crosses of denial

War on the inside births war on the outside

Brilliant deemed words from cups of stupefied rage

The enemies of rainbows reign in quixotic fever

Hope is hailed for battles won in lost wars

Safe is the world for liars and deceivers

And hell for lovers and grievers.

...and they worshiped the beast, saying,
"Who is like unto the beast?
"Who is able to make war with him?"