Viciously hungry for blood,
paneciously thirsty within mud,
yes! he is the diabolic nightmare,
his eyes always in envy of evil flair,
a human animal snake from the evil,
that his mind dances to the devil,
am not talkin about a snake,
but a poisonous human snake who put lives at stake,
fierce enough to oppose harmony,
peace of his paralle to its own lagony,
exitst in purpose to kill and destroy,
atleast happy to see tears of pain,
his heart like a black sheep,
his sinister mind shines with much evilship,
disputes a fruit in his digestion,
he never wants to rest until one is down,
nature, matured him not with fear but tear,
always vex for harm too near
embraced by the ignorant and blind,
in a place with poles of calm,
with his leadership, perish are the dreams,
with his custody, mislead is the world.
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