Pain Me O Divine Beast

I hate you. And I mean it. I really mean it. Yet, why is it I can't resist you? Why can't I stop you digging my hidden treasure? Why can't I stop you picking my secret flower? You burn me to ashes. Yet, why I jump into your fire? Why I long your fire? You tear my heart apart. Yet, so eagerly, why I offer you my heart? But you must remember o beast, all that don't change the fact, I hate you. And I mean it. I really mean it. So what are you waiting for? What for o wolf? Pain me. Pain me now, and here. Pain me your way. The way of a lightning thunder, the way of a roaring monster, the way of a howling tiger. Tease me, twist me, torment me, torture me. Why you stop o beast Why you stop? I am so ready to be burnt in your flaming fire. I am so ready to be drowned in your flooding river. See, I am not burnt yet, dead yet. Pain me more o divine beast, pain me more. © Arun Maji Painting: JWG