Evil is,
Something...
Some people need,
To feed on.
Evil is,
Something...
People choose to do,
To others done.
Evil is,
Something...
Some people need,
To feed on.
Evil is,
Something...
People choose to do,
To others done.
Where are the people who say they love.
To prove and show with this doing done.
And not permit evilness to come.
Where are the people who say they love.
To prove and show with this doing done.
And not permit evilness to come.
Evil is,
Something...
Some people need,
To feed on.
Evil is,
Something...
People choose to do,
To others done.
And do nothing to have it overcomed.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Destructive.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Unproductive.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
A chip on a shoulder.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Taking over to control.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Old.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Cold.
Where are the people who say they love.
Where are the people who say they love.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Something...
Some people need,
To feed on.
Evil is,
Old.
Where are the people who say they love.
Evil is,
Cold.
Where are the people who say they love.
Where are the people who say they love.
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