There is a certain balance,
In Nature's picture,
That we as,
Supposed 'intelligent' beings,
Simply don't achieve,
Unexplainable, the evil vein,
That clogs the human brain,
And works so hard,
To constantly deceive.
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An artfully constructed poem on the incomprehensibility of evil. Fine writing, Sandra.