Evil Poem by Gert Strydom
Evil
When I look over my shoulder
you are there, but you hide away
and rooted in my flesh
is the thing about I and me
and over all to be myself
and in the depths of my soul
ego is built in
In every good word and deed
evil is whispering
that never ceases
to appear
and with the good
it stays part of me
and throws its own shadow.
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