A herbour of evil thoughts
Lying lucklustre, domineering
Ensnaring and apprehending
Leading to ruin.
Evil thoughts, daring
And alluring
Infiltrating our heart
Soothing it through enticements.
When evil looms
It orchestrates it's strategem
Through pleasure it triumphs
Because man is fragile.
However, our mind encompasses both good and evil,
But evil is overly provocative,
Thus debilitating our spirit of conviction.
Rendering us frail.
Evil is mastermind
Of all atrocities, barbarism
And malice.
Inaugurating wrath and feud unrelenting amongst sons of men.
A plea for remedy is conveyed
To the celestial beings
But all in vain
As evil still plays it's dark arts
Terminus seeming far from reach
Men with evil minds evincing it Embracing all it's schemes
Publicizing preposterously with no rue
Inconsiderately unheeding to the consequences
Darkness takes toll
Minds clouded
Shortsighted are we under it's canopy
Thwarting prescience of our volitions.
From ages past
And ages to come
Evil keeps it's stance
Devouring all moral authority and affixing it's claws viciously on everyone
It's grip has strengthened
Steadily growing and spreading further
Deepening it's roots firmly
Thus becoming insurmountable.
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