MOHAMMAD SKATI


The face of evil


Evil has a wicked face Known by everyone as the The face of evil.
That mask which is invisible
On certain faces of evil Makes me surprised and always Bewildered about what lies behind them. We look everyday at these faces And we feel that there is wicked Evil behind them all the time. These wicked faces of evil are Anywhere and everywhere in our world. These wicked faces of evil lack Love and beauty in everything. They have only evil and behind this Evil there is the wicked evil. These faces belong to evil people Very well known to people like us. These faces of evil lack love, Lack mercy, and lack goodness. Some of these wicked faces are the Wicked faces of the wicked tyrants.

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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