[Verse 1: Foreknown]
He was created out of the spare parts of a calculator wristwatch
When a calibrator messed around and got the wires criss-crossed
He lived in a pocket of energy with an emergency release
Which was triggered by an explosion thus the emergence of the Beast
Now depending on who you ask
What happens next is debatable
Depicted-ness usually comes from sources incapable
Either the left or the right is the curse of detect
That's why I'm leaving it up to the reader to find which version is best
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One school of thought has the creature painted as a Satan
Who always seemed to thrive and only arrive wherever the pain is
He was evil and reincarnated with the heart of an in vacuous void
He targeted innocence with the bullet lense and he had to destroy
But the other side of the coin said he's been wrongly accused
Those who portray him as a monster are just strongly confused
But no matter which side of the argument they all can at least, agree that nobody's ever experienced anything quite like the Beast
He stood about 10 feet tall, but when he hunched he was just half that
The expression on his face was to be feared or to be laughed at
You didn't have to stare to notice the audity on his left peck
Where other people had a heart the Beast had a ca**ette deck
With a tape that played a heartbeat that was both kind and gentle
But when he got mad, it would get snagged, he had to wind it up with a pencil
He had a giant beard which animals used as a nest
Some of the creatures he would shelter others he would ingest
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His vocal cords were often the topic of focal lore
He had a language which nobody had written or spoke before
Kinda sounded like a dragon was gagging up on an eagle
Terrifying, yet at the same time, both noble and 'lingual'
And nobody will understand how he always seemed to make sense
Even if they couldn't agree upon facts or local events
No matter which side of the argument they all can at least, agree that nobody's ever experienced anything quite like the Beast
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He was driven outside the county and delivered up on the ground He gagged
People were mocking him from the back of the truck, while on the ground he dragged
Its true that you may be covered in flesh and it's true that you may bleed
Bit it's also true that we don't like your kind -what ever your kind may be
So they cut him loose and spun the wheels, and left him in a cloud
So lonely and pathetic, once majestic and so proud
And even those who cared for him they didn't dare to interfere
So the only thing left to figure out was where to disappear
So with a hunch much lower than he thought that he could get, he wondered into the wilderness with a broken ca**ette
But every now and then the people hear him howling
And it either comforts them or else it has them cowering
And like I said depending on who you talk to the story will change, some will say he was a saint and some will call him deranged
But no matter who which side of the argument, they all can at least, agree that nobodys ever experienced anything quite like the Beast
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