The Eyes of Evil
Dreams are made to keep hope alive,
something precious for some on this earthly ride.
Many take hostage anothers spirit to kill,
their unfeeling purpose in life is to steal.
Absorbed in evil, this is all they know,
for a bitter soul has only one place to go.
The eyes of destruction will come to claim,
any and all, and to others they lay the blame.
The're cold and heartless, without a minutes regret,
and you will know in an instant, who you just met.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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