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.