I Own Hell

How dare you listen to the words I speak;
don’t you know that they will make you weak?
They will make you deaf, dumb, and blind
before I eat you from behind.

You have no memory of the past,
but I do.
You don’t know where God is at last,
but I do.
You have no strength left now to laugh,
but I will,
when death is satisfied, and peace is still.

I rise with dawn to prowl the evil ground,
descend with night upon the evil found.
Sleep tight, dear son, and wait for me to take
the breath of life you worked hard to forsake.

Justice is a beautifully cruel beast
waiting for your despair at lack of peace;
I hold the remedy It longs to give
-the beast in me will take your will to live.