I am wrong, he can redeem me

As a child I thought I could be
More than the beast I am today
My soul entered winter
And I began to realize
That there is beast inside me
It struggles and fights to escape
It tries to eat my flesh
My heart is dead
Unreachable
So deep within
If judged by my actions
By my eyes I commit rape
By my heart I am a killer
I linger in the madness
Insanity that only I could feel
If I confess
I should be taken in
My life is so surreal
A life full of major sins
My hand was the one
Holding the hammer
That pounded the nails
Into his wrists
I should have gone to jail
But
As the echoes
Of tears I have cried
Come down like rain
I can see his pain
And I confess
My life is over
Jesus forgive me
You can't redeem me
I deserve to burn hell
Or to be sent to a prison cell
And never
No never
Be released

The Hunted

Due to the circumstances
Of the curse
Of the Loup Garou
The Wolvish birth
Others have hated me
Called me an outsider
Or worse
Since my time as a child
The dark tidings
Of racial hatred
Longed to steal
My joy inside
To take what was in my heart
What I knew was true
In my mind
For I am the hunted
I am the true son of the Wild
I have walked full reach
Of the distant marches
For the king
I live the life of honor
Without defile
Despite the accusations
That I am a beast
And that I hunt flesh
That I eat men
Raised by the hand of humans
I am the son of the wolf
But I am the child of man
And I am noble

Mars Staring

 "Many of us who have our homes on Olympus endure things from men, when ourselves we inflict hard pain on each other". Homer, Iliad 5.385

He watches all of his children fight
But not as children will do, as in war
We admire him, his power and strength
But his way shouldn't be thought right
His path is well worn, to our horror
For it is littered with bodies and blood
The souls consigned to ever lasting night

"Most hateful to me are you of all gods on Olympus, for ever is strife dear to you and wars and fightings." Homer, Iliad 5.890