Evil changes its skin every time Like an ugly snake just to accommodate itself With everyone and with everything, It lives among us To stir the weak images, Its ugly reputation makes it Changing itself to be in different skins, Evil doers are its servants, so Wherever it goes, They go with him, Its eyes look at us with disdain, but We keep sticking to it, It is that thing never rests until It makes everyone and everything up-side-down Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, so It is always ugly and mean.
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