Evil
Like royalty she came in the room,
Arm in arm with her beloved groom.
Weary smiles and dreary eyes
Follow her with strong demise.
For she was like a cruel disease,
Paralyzing all that she sees.
Her fingers painted poison red;
Scathes the flesh and as it bled
Triumph glowed a dreadful menace
On the planes of her sculpted face.
Whilst she who sinned without a care,
He, who fought to take his share,
Pursue a different kind of pleasure.
Carnage collision without measure;
Brutal strength that show no mercy
Dispose of lives so easily.
Words of pleading, although visible,
Lost in an attempt so feeble.
For those who tried to stop the blows,
Request Lady Luck to attend their show;
Hope is answered with vain stillness-
An eerie silence creates madness
Amongst the rest who wishes freedom
From this cancerous symptom;
They are the curse of our existence;
The cause of pain to limitless ordinance;
Nowhere to run, no place too far:
Meet Lady Malice and Gentleman War.
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