Condemned
To guard the dreaded secrets of his tomb
I bid the smiling stoic stay away
this twisted fallacy - this silent womb
can know no peace while evil has its way
No hope can ever blow against its face
fan the smoldering embers of its eyes
nor gentle touch its ugliness retrace
for even evil whimpers as it dies
Forgive the fiend release it to the wind
tear out the evil claws that hold you still
deny the scars the pain that will not end.
I cannot for evil is evil’s will
Condemned is he, for I shan’t let him free
Condemned am I, for he is part of me
©8/22/2018
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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