Beast Of Iniquity

During day I sleep,during night I play.During my lifetimeI few times prayed. The instincts of uswhom eat of a fleshfeel bonds of a prideand to God confess. The vessel of spirit,that whisky in a tea,flows unto my veinsand fill all industry. So I step slightly soft,I with dagger teeth,I sleep irritated by notany regretful grief….