Brute beast

Caged no more the beast is large
free to roam at will,
shackles of sin tether it not
the restless arise from what's still

No creed to burden the impetuous mind
as it plunders the soul's hidden depths,
unleashed and uncouth little it cares
discarding the virtues it kept

Delusions of liberty enter now
whispers to sub conscious void,
salacious indulgence warms the flesh
the soul may run but can't hide

To wrath it will yield to greed it will heel
looting for causes unknown,
seldom it ponders or reasons or reckons
now it must reap what was sown

Prostrate it lies in bloody despair
the pain of the self it feels,
without shadow or guide the wandering beast
will rage in abyss ever real.