There dwells an enemy within,
An enemy who is the cause of all agony.
He stays deep within,
For he wants me to suffer.
Why this enmity? I know not.
All I know is the pain he causes.
Now he is digging my grave, with my own hands.
I am standing grief struck.
To the enemy, who is close,
More close than my closest friend,
I summoned him to unveil.
He is none other that evil,
That evil of all ill-will I bore,
I bore deep within.
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Thats why they say, man is made of good and evil! Nice thought process! Preets