Pure Evil
Pure Evil
You think that you see beauty.
When you look into that mirror.
But I see the true evil for anyone that gets near.
For those who do not know you.
They really have no clue.
Fear the wrath of all damnation.
Wrapped nicely with a bow.
Beware of strangers smiling.
And giving with their gifts.
Beware of friends just met, being ever so sweet and nice.
For far more she will take.
Than you will ever want to give.
They say in life.
That all good things must end.
And if she can not break you.
You will certainly bend.
And when you're at a weakest point.
She`ll try to lend a hand.
And snatch you from your little life.
Never to be the seen again.
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