Scarlet Colored Savior Essay, Research Paper

The mark of the beast came from within, the mark of the beast drew her sin. Hate is all she knew, hate from which she grew. Tattered and torn, scorn and forlorn she long awaits her savior. She knows not yet her saviors face, yet she searches- stopping at every corner.

The mark of the beast returns, the mark of the beast is there, to her it is everywhere. Standing on the edge looking for her savior she sees her misbehavior. For her hate has consumed her, the hatred that grew from within of her sin.

Falling through the layers of yourself you came apart. Cutting through the layers of skin you went to deep, here you lay; Searching for your savior you wait, but all you do is hate and from your hate the mark of the beast shall return for it is your fate.