This was how the man discovered what he was,
For the Entity was committed to what It does;
Due to the interference of the outer-interloper,
It defiled the man’s mind like a perverse groper.
It exists far beyond the plane of Man
Committing acts only a god can,
Attempting to transform Man into Beast,
Altering civility ‘to a desire for violence and feast.
Little should we care about his future or past,
Since every man’s present could leave him aghast,
Thy present course is every man’s curse,
Though thy curse can always be worse,
For thine ability to take alternative form
Is great indeed or may render thee a worm.
No man lacks the ability of this one here,
So this power renders us all a little queer.
But how is it that such a form is taken,
That man’s faith in himself or God is shaken?
Surely the Entity calls upon a spirit prime,
Sharing genes with animals is no crime.
However that is not the case,
Man’s nature is all the more base.
By magnifying desires and tempers foul,
Man’s back bends as he begins to howl.
Desires for love and hate disorderly,
Turn a man from his mind soberly;
Thus he only resides in the physical coil,
And his soul escapes after great toil.
Now, no longer a man, but a monster be he,
He becomes a beast that all can see.
Thus learning to hate his neighbors all,
But this being still has further to fall.
As the beast begins to take control,
The greater vices the subhuman doth extol;
So in his craving for maiden’s flesh,
Lust for another is borne a-fresh;
He dispenses of any honor due her dignity,
And hates and spurns proper masculinity.
He demeans her worth for his own pleasure,
Reveling in sick depravity, his truest treasure.
But wherein his true madness lies,
Love for himself easily dies;
Realizing who he truly wants to kill,
His sanity departs and he craves every ill.
Self-loathing hath he always possessed,
For he knew himself a beast, not unlike the rest--
Knowing the facts well between him and animal,
He knows he is the more damnable.
And so the Entity has finished Its work,
Up in space—but created one to lurk;
For who could say what rhyme or reason,
To understand the Entity is treason;
For if one could comprehend it,
It would be the end of his spirit;
Hence betraying his mother’s race,
The beast within he doth embrace.
And by embracing his vilest flaws,
He takes on fur, fangs, and claws.
Thus revealed is his true nature,
And having cost evolution its wager
The man’s fate as a beast is sealed
Damning him to wander forest and field.
The man’s form is born a-new
And his days are his to rue.
For the Entity was committed to what It does;
Due to the interference of the outer-interloper,
It defiled the man’s mind like a perverse groper.
It exists far beyond the plane of Man
Committing acts only a god can,
Attempting to transform Man into Beast,
Altering civility ‘to a desire for violence and feast.
Little should we care about his future or past,
Since every man’s present could leave him aghast,
Thy present course is every man’s curse,
Though thy curse can always be worse,
For thine ability to take alternative form
Is great indeed or may render thee a worm.
No man lacks the ability of this one here,
So this power renders us all a little queer.
But how is it that such a form is taken,
That man’s faith in himself or God is shaken?
Surely the Entity calls upon a spirit prime,
Sharing genes with animals is no crime.
However that is not the case,
Man’s nature is all the more base.
By magnifying desires and tempers foul,
Man’s back bends as he begins to howl.
Desires for love and hate disorderly,
Turn a man from his mind soberly;
Thus he only resides in the physical coil,
And his soul escapes after great toil.
Now, no longer a man, but a monster be he,
He becomes a beast that all can see.
Thus learning to hate his neighbors all,
But this being still has further to fall.
As the beast begins to take control,
The greater vices the subhuman doth extol;
So in his craving for maiden’s flesh,
Lust for another is borne a-fresh;
He dispenses of any honor due her dignity,
And hates and spurns proper masculinity.
He demeans her worth for his own pleasure,
Reveling in sick depravity, his truest treasure.
But wherein his true madness lies,
Love for himself easily dies;
Realizing who he truly wants to kill,
His sanity departs and he craves every ill.
Self-loathing hath he always possessed,
For he knew himself a beast, not unlike the rest--
Knowing the facts well between him and animal,
He knows he is the more damnable.
And so the Entity has finished Its work,
Up in space—but created one to lurk;
For who could say what rhyme or reason,
To understand the Entity is treason;
For if one could comprehend it,
It would be the end of his spirit;
Hence betraying his mother’s race,
The beast within he doth embrace.
And by embracing his vilest flaws,
He takes on fur, fangs, and claws.
Thus revealed is his true nature,
And having cost evolution its wager
The man’s fate as a beast is sealed
Damning him to wander forest and field.
The man’s form is born a-new
And his days are his to rue.
Bryan C. Laesch is the Omni-Genre Writer, despite some evidence to the contrary. He writes in (almost) every genre and has written in (almost) every style. His chief interest lies in Gothic horror as it allows him to combine genres to create something truly unique. Find Bryan on Instagram @bryanclaesch or his website/blog www.bryanclaesch.com.
