It has drunk the tears of many.
Of fears it has eaten plenty.
To devour all these awful things,
Is only of which this monster sings.
It thrives on misery and seeks happiness to destroy.
It searches for the destruction of any joy.
None endures and deals out more suffering than it can.
This is the beast we call man.
Such is its capacity for harm.
At this do not be alarmed.
Love it has in greater amount.
Among its qualities, this we must count.
For the sleeping love beneath its skin,
Is potentially more fearful than all its sin.