Sometimes a moment of clarity

Rings out like a clarion bell

In the midst of carrion feeding

Even when one chooses to hide

Life brings forth what was missing

In the throes of the rabid feast

Based on what was denied

Chewing at the bone of faith

To spit it out and discover

What mayhem is left over

Might be food for thought

After all...

The jaws of the Beast

May not chew you up

And spit you out just yet

But you might ruminate

Enough to decide your fate

Long after the feral war

Of contemplation is over

[Edited 10/22/12 3:28am]

You really need to find some sort of publishing company