BESTIAL CREATURES

Naked, bestial creature
sprawling upon the dusty ground
looking for something…
found a lonely grave
on hallowed ground
with his name on inscription.

Died and was reborn a second time
only this time, he is of the undead
wandering throughout the land
seeking for lost identity…
till he found his wicked grave
fully desecrated and unknown
except to himself.

What’s the use of living
if you are already dead?
Wicked souls long burning in hell
even before they meet their fate,
they just don’t know it yet.
For what you see
and what you hear
may seem real,
but the truth of the matter
lies beyond the fabric
of moral turpitude.

Bestial creatures—man’s own creations
of himself to satisfy his lust and greed
will haunt him forever… even after his death.
The only problem is, they never die—
they just fade away from memories.
Being reborn, don’t want no more
just to do the same bad shit, nevermore!