Don�t disturb the beast,
Gently grazing among the thorns,
Even through the feast,
The sacrifice will use it�s horns.
No longer will I be taking,
A stormy path that flows,
The beast is fearfully waking,
Temptation born through the rose.
Tread lightly through the brush,
A snake coiled uses only prose,
This beast will spread a killing hush,
To be threatened like a rose.
Don�t destroy the beast,
Hateful past that the world has brought,
This coiled snake has sinned the least,
Only man must battle his own thought.
Don�t disturb your beast,
She will awaken only death,
Destroy the glutton feast,
With a sacrifice�s last breath.