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Best Poems About / On EVIL
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Feeling the rath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
kelsi gray
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Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
Elena Zamora
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evil
evil i like the shadow that u see every day nd u get scared of evil is just trying to see u as the way u r because something hurts evil is not always evil i can be evil nd u wont know so evil can be someone u dont expect so dont look around look straight ahead and see who is evil and u will see that not the person that hates u its u ur the evil one u didnt new all along but boo! u r evil and its not good for u soo evil come to me and u would see that there shall be no evil in me EVIL UR NOT ME IN ME, AND IT SHALL BE IKE IT IS EVIL U R NOT NEAR SO GET OUT AND SHOW ME WATS NOT EVIL
alondra orjales
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Evil,
Evil,
Evil is still lurking in me,
Thinking that evil is laced up,
Evil is all that I can perceive,
All thoughts in disguise,
Evil is a burden that keep's percolating,
But good hast to be done,
Evil is still in these eyes,
Taking in what man is planning,
Bombs and guns,
Profanity and lies,
Humanity,
Tell me villain is not bad or good,
Maybe it's the season,
Or where are we Heading?
When you play the Bursting and the Killing.
''maxim''(MaxRahim) muyu
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