There is many a beast
Hidden below
There is a feast
You must bestow

Pick your wine
And pick your noose
With whom you dine
Is yours to choose

Countless candidates contending
Hopefull and vile
Their agreeable hands lending
Leading twisted smiles

A place at your table
All they desire
Though if made able
Beyond company they will acquire

The root of intention
Their target of choice
Without intervention
You slowly lose voice

When ability to abstract
Is lost to control
Your life takes impact
Sentenced without parole

Each beast stirs within
Capable of actions so great
Your time runs thin
With what will you fill your plate?

Now with wisdom confide
Though unsure of your condition
And enemies just outside
Remember the key to their admission

No entrance can start
Without full permission applied
From actions of the heart
Nothing can hide

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