Benevolent Beast
our grudge is little
show us your face
tell us what
joins here and there
what
makes
the remnants
appetite for contention
your roar is mighty
loud and filled with purpose
our thoughts
little dreams of rain
at the end of the season
our might is a grain
placed in your palm
we are audible to the end
of the street
charmed to dance
our peaks of pettiness
livid rage
A son has a father
the beast has its burden
Beast
where is your father
the end of the road
is a compass of benevolence
followed in faith.....
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