Beast That Feeds


So of course we

in endless need

as beasts we feed

don’t kneel knee.


Superior we all,

think we do are;

we give no pause,

to curse to spar.


Cattle afield low,

in distant so cold.

Bold we control

we feel call a soul.


World weight kin,

fallen once again

a self-love wins I

am clean but I sin.


Daunting to be so

sinless restrained,

let a liquor flow

to amplify a brain.


Feel I now anchor

for up rises anger

my realm’s danger

I feel all a rancor.


Come let us kiss,

a mind reminisce,

over all of a bliss

while in cold mist.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. daemontine says:

    NO Need to answer that. Fare the well.

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  2. That young boy is me. If you have nothing nice to say please, stop commenting.

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  3. daemontine says:

    Hey, Jared Winchester, why do U keep changing your photo and why is it now a picture of a young boy?

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      1. Susi Bocks says:

        My pleasure to acknowledge this beauty! 🙂

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