Women Of Evil Poem by Timothy Long

The evil of man don't compare to the evil of women, specially to a women, specially to a women scare, one's that murder, neglect of remission of kill and of guilt unknown, do they have faith or even imagine, they are not the one's told of, mostly men do the crimes as women barely do the time, their dreams could never last as the path has crushed, can secrecy ever be fallen under authenticities knife, did they care or even know to shame, is evil born within us, or does it develop as we come along, their anger is terrifying, the guilt is none but ours they proclaim, which to the normal ones is insane they say, but today is there no freedom to the cause that newer was applause, sick and twisted is written about, photographed as well, hell is there kingdom, heaven is the barriers to freedom, let it be said hell hath no fury like a woman scorns.