Evil
Evils tendrils flow on by
With an unknown energy
Coming to buffet
All we know
Going around
Grinding through
Evil is the energy
Fueled by you
Not seen
Smelled
Or touched
An unknowing nod
When things are lost
Freedom
Fairness
Kind words
The whirlwind swells
When we nod
Or walk away
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