Beast Of Iniquity

During day I sleep,
during night I play.
During my lifetime
I few times prayed.

The instincts of us
whom eat of a flesh
feel bonds of a pride
and to God confess.

The vessel of spirit,
that whisky in a tea,
flows unto my veins
and fill all industry.

So I step slightly soft,
I with dagger teeth,
I sleep irritated by not
any regretful grief.

I prowl full belly my
eye can see in dark
and I can see the end;
see opportunity start.

My cunning is a gift,
what the devil gave me,
inner beast I do what
I do and what I please.

My solo life I adorn
with respect balance is
found in nature but in
this life I find a quiz.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Amazing πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

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    1. Jared says:

      Thank you Glitzy.

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  2. πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘πŸ’•πŸ’‹

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  3. Katherine says:

    Beautiful poem! πŸ™‚

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    1. Jared says:

      Cool. Thanks. Hey Katherine! Yeah, if you wanna check out my other blog that’s where I’m going to post from now on. So check me out at: thespeakingintounges.wordpress.com if you wanna. Thanks again Katherine.

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      1. Katherine says:

        Thanks for the insight, I will make sure to check it out! πŸ™‚

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