"religion" by k.ghost --------------------- the monster finds me and holds me in its solid grip, its umnmoving eyes probe into my inner mind preventing me freedom even in thought; it feeds off my being, my quest for meaning and in its orgy it leaves me with nothing but a wasted field, remnants of my reason, and the illusion of paradise within scarcity. the monster, a beast spawned from man's need for life, whose body is composed from the collective yearning of the old, the young, widower, widow, man and wife and whose hand is but the hand of a man in rome, forces me into its body and traps me with its community; seeking to escape i am forced deeper within and only when i stop struggling do i begin to understand the reasons of the monster's mind; and with my own reason i break free from constraint and wander without, but not against the beast they call "religion".