The Evolution of a Beast

A poem

2 min readAug 17, 2024

You wore adolescence in the robe of a hostile bully and reined your routines to the habit of harassment. The skies were a multitude of vile, jubilant crowds — ecstatic when you assailed your mates with lethal, pummelling fists.

Those hands were disastrous in tearing the fabric of serenity apart — upsetting the tranquillity of peace. You prowled about as a deviant creature — irate and dysfunctional. The covers of the dark raced to blanket the evening skies making you shake as a freakish being.

The seed of pity was poisoned in the soil of your heart and compassion was nowhere to dwell in such austere spaces. You were a morbid terror and the phobia in civil settings. Tragedy was no more an occasional trend but your scare often precipitated pandemonium.

Those hands reinforced with iron were built to tussle so you were the champion of local combats and the miscreant of violent brawls. Your pleasure was to wrestle men to death and deny them the flame of life.

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You incubated your animosity till it sat with demonic expressions and your antipathy was so bizarre to be humane. Hostility was tucked deep in the recesses of your soul so you strategized countless ominous episodes.

Now the seasons of time adorn the evidence of maturation so you’re invited to the league of abominable felons. You wear your eyes red from cannabis and launch into the night to gratify the demands of your sickening, horrendous bloodlust.

You’re a menace born to disrespect the offices of the earth, so when you murder, you’re ill-intentioned to appease fear-mongering, grotesque devils and uphold the butchery and rituals of reprehensible cults.

Your thoughts are ruled by madness, and fiendish, despicable spirits are pleased to retain you in human settlements. You publicize a loud slaughter when you bludgeon the skulls of the unfortunate and roam in the patches and splatter of their bloodstains.

You’re an adult rotting in impropriety and stinking with moral decadence. Your tyrannical throne towers high from sacrilegious ordinances and reckless impieties and the multitudes fall in your carnage in astronomical numbers.

Those pants can’t be up in the intentions of rape for your demeanour certainly hankers for illicit sex and dirty perversions. The chapters of time have seen you reveal many ugly, rotten shades so we know the unmistakable evolution of a beast.