Evil
every story has someone to hate
all must rise and take the bait
in the end they always fall
for they can’t outsmart them all
their pride is always their demise
yet in the end they can surmise
that somewhere in the vast
there was a problem they can’t get past
so they come up with evil plans
make inventions with their hands
to destroy the world they detest
which holds the problems to which they contest
they do not want to be shoved
for in the end all they want is to be loved
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