The Human Hides A Monster

The Monster wears our skin--
Grotesque, gargantuan.
Rears its ugly face so violently,
Shields the blackened soul in hiding.
Man knows no greater demon
Than that the Monster is,
With claws that drip of poison--
Infectious and diseased.
The scrape upon the chest bone,
The clamping of the heart,
And the shadow warden, judge of conscience
Falls deep into the earth.
Flesh and blood by sight,
But underneath the tainted skin,
Nightmares with their deadly lash
Take ruin to the mortal being.
The Monster knows no bounds;
A deliverer of retribution,
It takes no penance for contrition.
And it calls to us, the damned
A reckoning unto the world.
We are what we must fear the most,
The hostel to a deadly host.

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