The Lost Soul of a Man
Who so stands to the evil within shall be lost,
Who might it become that evil resides,
Evil is the heart within all,
Yet who might resist such things?
For stronger in body be that of the man,
To the smaller ways lies that of the woman,
Could a man hold himself tall for his strength?
Nay for all he has within his heart is the evil.
To takes ones strength for the lust of ones body,
For he abuses his gifts with the force against another,
Screams and cries shall not touch his ears,
For that he might be has fled to the dark.
Cry for this man who hold no strength,
For strength of body is empty and cold,
He shall never hold dear his heart of joy,
No woman may complete this man.
From one to the next he takes a woman,
Her cries fuel his rage against her,
For each time he does he falls deeper,
For his evil is the rage of the body.
Seek not to find this man,
Let it be he who seeks you in need,
His evil shall be rewarded with evil,
Yet his pain shall come from knowing his truth.
For the pleasure of pain upon a woman,
Shall not yield until deaths grace,
For upon this shall he find anew an evil untouchable,
This shall be his torment for his pleasure in pain.
And he shall become within his heart,
To feel the agony he has brought,
Mourn for him but once my friend,
For his soul had been lost upon the first strike of a woman’s face.
Matthew Scott Geyer
Journeyman
