We are eager
to impugn the beast crouched
in our souls
but this creature is pure
with shy eyes
and it watches our frantic crimes
cowering
in the cage of our cruelty
I will take
for myself and your fate
in these hands
the grace of animal to amend
broken dreams-
freedom unchained and unbound
long running-
the beast will kill when I murder
In absolution
a list of unremarked distinctions
availed these hands
freedom without excuse
see how clean
this blood compared to yours
the death grin
of your bestial snarl mars the scape
Of your face
this is what sets us apart
in our souls
my beast and I chained together
as we must
who leads and who is the led is
never quite asked
of the charmed and the innocent
– Dog in an Alky, Confessions, Tibal Feredict