Warren Augustus de Guzman
Evil - Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman
An innate ability to destroy perfection,
That is what exists in between our ears.
An affinity towards pain and affliction,
A trait displayed throughout the years…
A simple thought can convey a disaster,
Ignoring the obvious gets similar results.
An insolent quirk breaks foes much faster,
Than huge stones and a dozen catapults.
The cognitive cog in our anatomy,
Is a masterful tool for deceit and affliction,
In its wake reigns fear & agony,
While it hides under the guise of contrition.
Only our minds can conceive of the means for atrocity,
And believe that it can absolve itself of its sin.
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