E.V.I.L

Evil takes many forms,

It doesn't just hide behind Satan's doors.

Strips good men down to nothing more,

Than sewer-dwellers, beyond the poor.

 

Evil speaks a wicked tongue,

Convincing the innocent that right is wrong.

Chaining feet that walk along,

Weaking those that were born strong.

 

Evil laughs and mocks with scorn,

Snatching hope from the yet unborn.

Whipping those who groan and yawn,

Makes you bleed like the harshest thorn.

 

Evil walks the finest line,

Down the hallowed halls of time.

Grinning in the face of crime,

Hypnotizing at the chime.