There lurks the beast,
The beast I certainly dread.
It will not go without strife,
And wants my consciousness dead.
There lurks the beast,
Looking at me with contempt,
For I have kept it at bay
And from my life exempt,
Much to its dismay
Away with you, foul beast!
I do not wish to fight,
Keep away from my door
And never dim my light
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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