The Beast Within

Illahi, illahi lama sabbachthani.

Illahi, illahi lama sabbachthani.

Odi et amor excrucior,

Moritura te salutant, imperator.

Ever had one of those days?

Those God-damned days?

When you are the picture of serenity?

You could close your eyes to Eternity?

And all that rages inside is a storm.

Of fire and ice in every form.

Of grief and rage and terrors and fears.

Of flames in eyes that shed no tears.

And if I had my way with the weather,

First would come drizzles light as a feather.

Then would come the essence of winter strife.

Then would follow ice shards, sharp as a knife.

I want the world to fucking burn!

I want flames and ashes in a shattered urn.

I want to go to fucking war.

The whole God-forsaken world, I will scour.

Crack!  Chains of the beast within.

I want release that fucking beast within.

I’ll look Death in the eye and dare him.

Flip him the fucking finger on a whim.

A hundred raka’at a night, I did bow.

A fast almost every single day, I did vow.

I made the Covenant and kept my part, damn you!

And all I earned was a broken heart, fuck you!

And if all I did was naught but dust,

Then, this my God, I promise thus.

Just as I was the Sword of Faith,

I shall be now the Angel of Wrath.

For every cut I get, a thousand I will give.

No love of life but hatred of death, do I live.

Nothing left for me but ashes and pain.

Lay me down now in wrathful rain.

I’m still waiting, you bastard!

Harlequin