Right of Passage

Rights of passage,
In wich we stand,
Is he abeast,
or is he a man?

To ran and be free,
or so it may seem,
the seemless unspoken,
yes you found the key.

The beast is unbearing,
unloved, and unhomed.
The man slays the beast,
the why is unknown.

The ignorance kills,
Ignorance is violence in deed,
The hate in our men,
Is violence there need?

The beast may fall,
but never the same,
the man lost his soul,
Now he is to blame,
the souless will see,
they will never feel,
The beast inside all,
hungers for the kill.

The pain is so real,
If you hear my name,
Reach out to the stars,
Your friends will not save,
It looks for the sould,
The souls it will save,
The souls feed the beast,
hunger as it may be,
Its never enough,
But he can't see,
He feeds but an empty space so deep,
the souless, the faithless,
the lost, and the creeps.

All have the beast,
They all were not rotten,
Slayed by the souless,
Yes dead and forseen,
Please don't tip the balance,
The beast needs to feed.