The Beast's Rose

Life is like the Beast's rose
Perfectly timed, precious, fragile
Often times you don't know what you have
Until you've had it for a while
You turn it over and over looking at it
Suddenly you realize, its not what you really wanted
Traipsing through the rocky untold road of destiny and divine intervention
You may find yourself with all your hopes and dreams dashed
You may feel it is irreconcilable and hurts with a fine point tip
You may hear the age old liar spinning his tall tales whispering "to just give up"
I tell you "I have seen true terror and have endeavored treacherous lies"
None worse then spies putting on the bedroom eyes
Love lost much, left parts aching, lust denied more
Left me broken, untrusting, awake in the night
In the end, more aware if the silent side effects screaming beware!


In this shattered state i met Jesus fate to fate
It was a struggle to be remembered
Over something that wasn't truly there
If you follow fantasy your bound to fail
If you follow your dream it will die
If you follow your struggle it will surely bring you down with it
If you bond your will to Gods, you will achieve all your heart desires and more
Please don't wait, when you hear Jesus knocking at the door


The Beast's rose is a symbol of your love cup, waiting to be filled
Being filled to overflowing death could rage at your door
And it would only strengthen your resolve
When it becomes low it will show on your countenance
Keep what is in your heart pure, never mistaking whats real
Remember that sorrows come and go
There is always an uphill after a down
Promises will be broken, people will fail
But always remember to let God lead you and your feet will not fail, but fall on solid ground