Messing With Evil
evil deeds
evil seeds
evil weed
need to feed
on the evilest of creeds
misdeeds of the evil
roaring at wickedly hellish speeds
wicked ways
wicked days
going through a wicked phase
because your stuck in a wicked maze
wickedly I play with words to amaze
high with wicked lung phrase
lifted shouting my name in praise
he talks with wicked words
but it feels like you're being
showered in wild sun rays
see being evil is child's play
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