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Take heed, to these sounds 
of faint-flickered footsteps 
Feverishly falling on deafened ears 
of convenience 
To close proximities, 
of a beast that hides, denies 
its true-heart’s intentions 
For by nature 
Its claws are jagged, 
Still 
Its soul remains, 
Absolute 
Dragging these rusty chains, 
Pacing impatiently , within these cages 
of self constraint 
The decayed muzzle of civility 
that is plastered,ever so delicately 
Disintegrating at a deathly pace 
God help us all 
Should it be emancipated…

The Beast