The final helm of his vindictive life,
Happy and facile to leave the strife
Of the ruthless and sinful earth,
Release from the clutches of the land of the beast’s birth.
BEAST – you, me and everybody,
Digging for skin and flesh – so bloody!
Suppurating bodies of the poor – “them” - the filthy,
Are robbed by the beasts, knavishly
Who die a death – so humane
And “them” - the filthy, lose it, lame,
Poignant, dismayed, deceited, annihilated.
Conniving the untimely respite of the detested;
“They” – in disguise, in the name of God, in the name of sanctity.
Therefore, he no longer wishes to reside in this melancholy.
Ready to go, to a world of ‘love and brotherhood’ – “Heaven” –as said.
The spirit finally rising from the dead.
But suddenly, the fire sets ablaze, when the vile
Of the night was about to end, a pile
Of a strange unknown remorse began to flow.
What? He was one of them – “the beasts”? I now know.
He looked back, to his strayed corpse, which now disappeared to the vanity
Of his sinful life. The wretched. Called himself the true son of “humanity”.
Now trying to free himself from the clutches of the dreadful hell.
But he will drown, bleed, and burn in the spell
Of the “Mighty One” – who knows all.
“Give another chance “ – the beasts heard him call;
The callous and indignant him – him in disguise
Him, the priest of humanity? All lies.
His soul shall not be freed but will be left to burn
Till an example is set for all the beasts, and only then shall he return.
My eyes open on the same land.
But I don’t see what he saw and
I did not feel what he felt
My earth, peaceful, unexploited, which smelt
Of wet mud and, “Men”, not beasts. Ultimately,
Did I open my eyes to see, a dream, or reality?
