"The Greatest Power"
A deep fire burns at the depths of my soul.
Power of the immortal gods lies dormant within.
Why do I suppress the power of freedom;
The power that would give me control of my destiny?
Deep within are the blood red eyes that I could see with;
Yet I choose to see with loving eyes.
The eyes of death is my key to true freedom,
Where my only worry would be what do I have to worry?
Such eyes would allow me to slay a whole village,
Slaughter a child without remorse; then drink its blood.
I could laugh in shear delight at the pain I cause others,
Watching them suffer, begging like dogs, so their worthless lives might be spared.
I can feel the deep, dark red blood dripping from my claws.
I can see the bright orange blaze of the burning villages.
I can smell the stench of human flesh burning in the fire.
I can taste the sweet victory over the fates that controlled my life.
No, this is not the path I have chosen to walk.
Such delights exist only by the demon locked away by my soul.
I exist not to gain true freedom from worries,
Rather to be free to worry about the ones living in my heart.
The child that cries to his or her mother, as she stares into heaven for a savior.
It is for them that I shall slaughter… no defend by any means, to protect from harm.
The shear delight of laughing with others brings warm tears to my heart,
As, even I, must beg for relief from some of the sights I bared witness.
I do feel the cool water from the stream relieving my burning hands from their labors.
I do see the small camp fire which I share with those closest my heart.
I do smell the sent of a woman that means more to me then life it self.
I do taste the sweet victory of her love for me, as she holds me in her eyes.
Why do I suppress the power of freedom?
It's for the power greater than any fang.
A power that slays my deepest demon,
Armed only with moist lips and a heart for another.
The power of true, worry less freedom is great,
But falls short to the confusing power of love for another.