A walking raging storm sweeps the hall of life
Puffed up with poisonous venom,
Profuse wickedness, a hollow heart
And a bag full of evil intentions
Beware of malicious people
Displaying their deceptive smiles
At the same time howling obscenities
Smearing others with the dirtiest brush
While wrapping themselves in angelic wings
Malicious people are thorns in the flesh of mankind
Their sharp knives are quick to cut through the steak of human life
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