Nature
When I was asked where and why evil exists
I have always believed, the answers are in the wind.
Entangled with leaves, dance, sing, in a spree.
Only mother nature knows its joy.
Ask me when does evil show its face
The answer I believe, lies in the days
Well-hidden within words that are spoken
What's true, what's fake,
you will know, when it stands in you way.
Wondering when the evil speaks out
I guess the answer is in your doubt
In resemblance with a mark branded on your skin
Human nature, is where it begins.
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