Evil Work Poems | Evil Poems About Work
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That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.
A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
The implications' so unclear
And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
As it breaches' it's own
And has blended it's own
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
In the deliverance of all man
And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
It is the "Just" among man
Then in a chasm like appurtenance
It becomes Evil Incorporate
Evil on demand
He then reveals' himself
He is but a creation threw time
He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
Since the beginning
Darkness can only exist where there is no sign of light,
That’s why God created the moon to shimmer in the night.
The moon reflects the light that the sun lovingly provides,
Leaving very little room for darkness or the evil that it hides.
The Father gave his son to us to be our guarding light,
And entrusted us to do His work by providing us with sight.
To do the work that He has for us, He keeps us each one clean
In order to reflect His light until what’s hidden can be seen.
Then the evil will fall away as it withers in His glory,
And another page of righteousness will be written in His story.
A single one of us reflecting his love can be an awesome sight,
But when we band together we become a blinding light.
You are all called to do your part, each one adding to the measure,
And the shine that you’ll reflect will become your greatest treasure.
by Steven Pineda
There is a place that I work at that is called Walmart. I get ready everyday just to go to work for the evil corporation of slave drivers. The managers there are like giants holding whips slashing you and telling you to do there bidding. You do get a break ever two hrs but the water they give you is gasoline and is nasty and they shackle you to the store so you will not try to escape and run for your life. I stand at the register which is an evil machine that sticks its claws into you and doesn't allow you to move till you feed it money. And the thing you should be scared of is the almighty customer which you have to bow down to and do what ever they say. As I stand there waiting for them to come with all there nasty goodies their going to buy I tremble because I can hear the sound of their foot steps which is like nails on a chalk bored screeching towards you. If they choose you and go to your line beware for there are not forgiving and will throw you to the fire at a given chance. The first customers comes towards me and with whips starts hitting me and telling me to move faster to ring up there items so they can go home and dwell in they cave they came from. Hands hurting, Fingers bleeding this is the life of a cashier. At the end of the day I reach the doors and something magical happens I grow my wings back and fly home to enjoy myself. Then in return I become the customer and make another cashier bow down to me.
Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her