Don't believe the hype
Now can a place
Be so pretty and clean
Yet the energy be so negative
Most of the people evil and mean
Similiar to horror movie or a
Paragraph written offense
An abusive scene
Where the people are mislead by someone's
Evil deceptive scheme
As you live you learn, that
Everything is not quite what it seems
You finally wake up, but it's not really a dream
Now you find its reality,
that's blantantly seen
So you can go and
take rest to
have sweet dreams
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Like Most People Evil
During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those caught up in their wicked ways...
Will not suspect,
Themselves to be targeted to be repaid.
Like most people evil,
They believe themselves above refute.
Like most people evil,
They believe whatever they do...
Will not return back upon them to haunt.
And taunt them for their rest of their lives.
During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those responsible for the abuse of others...
No matter how these afflictions upon them done,
Those people evil and enjoying it...
Will come to feel and know,
The meaning of pain.
And like most people evil,
What they come to experience for their misdeeds...
Will be attempted to be the blame to claim on others.
Like most people evil in the midst of what they do,
Campaigning to inflict themselves with their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreaming
Breezes soft as an angels kiss
caress the sleeping maiden’s hair.
Whilst she is lost in dreams of bliss.
Reality cannot compare
with the sweet dreams of innocents.
Who have not yet met with heartache
or suffered from life’s accidents.
Alas too soon she’ll have to wake
to face up to reality
and leave her childish dreams behind.
In pursuit of her destiny.
She too will learn to plot and scheme.
To try to make her dreams come true.
Just as the rest of us must do.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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MY Dark World
In my world I see it different then the rest of you.
I see evil withches casting an evil spell making us work or we will be there for the rest of your lives.
Evil warlocks messing with young maidens hearts so they can have there plesure of seeing us cry our hearts out so they can have their laughs.
Monsters crawling around to tear you down from a good life to make it a horrible day for you and me. Making sure your never happy in life there always under your feet to watch your every second so when you get at least one bit of happiness they can come out of hiding and make it a horrible situation.
Sharks prowling the waters so they can eat and survive this cruel world.
The blinding sun almost always out burning your flesh with its heat rays and trying to kill you every second of the day but we use chemicals to fight back and some of us like me try stay out of the sun and stay in the darkness to hide from its evil doings.
Horror stories telling you when you grow up your life is going to be a fairytale. But the only fairy tale is the evil is now taking over the world having fun torturing, haunting, and destroying peoples lifes. There are no fairy tales in my world to me a fairy tale is a horror movie to you. Horror movies are my fairy tale at least they are the only ones that tell the truth in my world.
In my world nothing makes sence its a dark mysterious place. your goal is to try to make it out of this madness alive. Right now I am trying to figure out which one to avoid. The evil witches telling me how to live my life or the warlocks trying to mess with my heart.
poem by Samantha Rogers
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Am I Evil or Am I Not
evil has came down to earth
haunting people that nows
right from wrong
am i the the one to cause this
if i did show me prof
Am i evil for believing what i do?
Am i evil for not agreeing with you?
Can't i be right and you wrong,
maybe your weak and im strong
you never now when
you walk out of place
saying i wish i could go back
and re-take
my steps but
i want to now if
i am evil or am i not
show me a sign
that i never forgot
and then i will
now from the day
i start
what i did to be
on the evil's list
the evil is planting
his plot
showing people
that may
never forgot
what should i say
to be off your list
and what i
did to be on it
your list
but i just want to
prove you that
your wrong
and i'm right
so what should i do
to be not evil
in my way
or not
poem by Krista Something
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Evil, I call you! !
Evil
Don't listen to a word they say
Will let you be alone at times,
Needed most.
That evil eyes looks at you,
and lies
All the hateful things you said
and what you've put me through.
Evil
In the heart of people
Evil
Wont care if you die
Evil
Is all that I can perceive in you
So is your dark side,
Your evil.
Evil is you.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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If only magic was real.
If only magic was real.
But only for nice wee people.
If evil people had magic,
All chaos would break loose.
The punks would finally get their way,
And there would be all out anarchy.
Evil people could kill nice wee people,
With a flick of the wrist and a ceremonial word,
Assuming that’s how magic would work if it was real.
Alas, we return to the punks,
Their philosophy is non-conforming,
So then the punks would become nice wee people,
And wear nice wee clothes,
And live in houses with white picket fences,
Unless the evil people killed them for being nice wee people.
I wish I had magic.
I would make the world a better place.
Unless everyone had magic,
And everyone would kill everyone else.
I guess there’s a reason we don’t have magic,
We’d just wreck it like everything else we humans do.
We’ve ruined our rainforests,
Our arctic
And our morals.
I guess we don’t have magic,
Because if we did,
We’d just wreck it,
Cause man has a habit of wrecking things.
21: 08 28/03/2006
poem by Mordrid Harpoon
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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
song performed by by Kinks
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What I have in advance are people I want to write about and a problem or problems that I see those people encountering and that I want to explore - it all proceeds sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, and scene by scene.
quote by Chaim Potok
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Evil Inside Of Me
Do you see the evil in me?
It shines through me illuminating, and spraying.
People pass me and automatically start praying.
I am not playing with what I am saying.
I believe in me, so that
means I believe in the evil inside of me.
It talks to me, and through me.
The people who know me,
don’t know what has taken a hold of me.
It’s sees for me, and controls me.
This darkness knows me, it owns me.
It shows me the way, tells me what to say.
Evil believes in me, and I believe in evil.
It whispers to me, honors me, and is ever so loyal to me.
This evil that lies inside of me.
It knows me.
This evil is me
poem by Mindless minds
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Evil 3
Evil
in the hearts of people
in the heads of people
in the soul of people
Evil
will let you drive home drunk
will let you blame yourself hurting others
will let you be alone at times needed most
Evil
cares if bills cant get paid
cares if you over spend
cares if it not them spent on
Evil
looks at you and lies
looks at you and laughs
looks at you and hungers for weakness
Evil
wont piss on you if on fire
wont help you if hurting
wont care if you die
Three kinds
Evil
Eviler
Evilest
You can run
but you cant hide from
Evil
poem by Vincent Armone
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Dr. Evil
Evil, evil is his one and only name
Evil, in his mind there is no other game!
When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think,
but you're so very wrong.
It's evil!
But being wrong is right, so then you're good again,
wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you?
If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then...
You're finished, it's the end...
There'll be no retrieval...
From the evil...
The evil,
he will
do.
He's evil,
he's Doctor Evil.
His name is Evil.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Evil That Dwells Within
I see faces that walk past me, And a shadow that stands beside me, I see you and the evil sees me.
When I am alone the evil always calls to me, The evil whispers to me but only inside my head, The evil is always around me and influencing my hatred of others.
The evil so frighting that others would flee from it but I find A new view of life with it, When good should envelope me the evil burns it away from me. I have no room for your pathetic lies and excuses this evil inside me is all I need.
It never judges only befriends me, I hate it but I wish to love it, With the evil that dwells within I can do anything and not fear anything or anyone, Speak my mind with decision I have not found my religion. God was never there but the evil that fills me.
I am angry and always seem to be, Only A few are selected to see the good in me, Others will have to deal with the evil that stands beside me, People judged to many times and now my mind is full of hatred, Burning my feelings and spitting on me.
I have never been bullied but people do it visually by glaring at me, Not my popular friends but the ones who don't know me, I hate you and wish to see you feel the evil within me, But I will not release it because it would make A scene.
When my time is right and Satan depicts and calls back the evil within me, Than I will be free. I am to young to live this way but feel I need to be to teach me a lesson, By doing it carefully. My friends Don't know the way I view things because I hide it like I have hid everything, I am close to them but still the evil seems to follow me.
Some days are worse when the evil influences everyone around me and they seem to turn it all on me, they can't contain my evil like I can contain it, The evil is powerful but not more powerful than me, But the evil can change my mood faster than a bullet can kill an enemy.
My mood changes and all I see is Red and Blasphemy, Go into a dark fit that is inside me, Brings up my anger and hatred that I feel towards others. Can't stop the anger from rising but it is all I can do to strive and fight the feelings inside me.
I gain control and the evil will never take hold, It follows me and is the shadow beside me.
poem by Connor Whyte
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Dreams
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies
Published by: Coronado Music
Chord file
Lyrics:
When I look so far away
Please don't wake me from my dreams
I'm just wondering who I could be
If I lived inside my dreams
I could be a king or a football star
Drive around in a big sports car
An astronaut or a millionaire
I could do anything or go anywhere
Dream I'm far away
Dream I'm far away
Racing driver or a great politician
A man of power or a man of religion
I could be almost anything
If I could live inside my dreams
Dream I'm far away
Dream I'm far away
Please don't wake me from my dreams
Please don't wake me from my dreams
Please don't wake me from my dreams
When I look so far away
Please don't wake me from my daze
I'm just wondering who I could be
If I lived inside my dreams
song performed by by Kinks
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Publicly You Treat Me Evil
You don't have to be,
Pleasing and sweet.
But publicly...
You treat me evil.
In private you are so adored.
And I am sure...
You-are-my-equal.
But on the streets,
You then deceive.
You have a need,
To treat me evil.
Why do you seek,
To treat me evil.
In the streets,
You treat me evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
Why do you seek,
To treat me evil.
In the streets,
You treat me evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
But publicly,
You treat me evil.
People see,
You treat me evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
To be evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
But...
Pub licly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Treat me evil!
But...
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Treat me evil!
TREAT ME EVIL.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreaming in Sleep
Dreams delve into the sleep as much as weep,
Dreams muttering do keep alive like mice,
Why does the body wake being so deep
In that frozen rest, actual device?
My eyes dwell further than the death of tears,
The crying over night collected more,
My eyes deceive my soul as it appears,
With might of sight the dream is to adore.
My name is written on the vision near,
I wake to find the dreams just all absent,
The dream is not apparent nor austere,
It concentrates on people ignorant.
The lying down on beds requires the sleep
Of years and years, age matters, it does creep.
poem by Naveed Akram
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People:
Some stop & snare,
others don't care.
They try to lie,
most times they don't get by.
some are fake,
some take...
others are quiet,
but most can't wait to start a riot.
people, people, people
are so...
evil, evil, evil.
poem by Tatiana Guerrier
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Ending Of The Feast
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And a living done 'within' their means,
Is in their future.
With no credit cards to own.
With a parking of their cars.
And a healthier way of life...
Showing a more discipline with fitness,
Shown.
Because all of their loan days,
With debits will be gone.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
A change they can believe in.
With a reality to clearly breathe,
Comes.
And the singing of 'We Shall Overcome'
Will just be another song to sing.
As a process begins...
To fulfill a communal socialism,
On the horizon.
On the scene.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
Leaving those humble and meek,
To inherit the Earth.
'Why so evil, dark and gloomy?
You're evil to wish that upon us! '
SNAP out of it!
The amusement park is closed!
I reference the Bible!
What...
Or should I say,
'WHO' supplies your observations?
And...
I'm evil?
Why?
Would it be because I do not cling,
Onto 'your' delusions?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do The Right Thing
Do no evil,
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Work no evil,
Say no evil,
Act no evil,
But do what is right always;
because, you and i need this world.
It is our home,
It is our place of birth,
It is our joy when peace reign always than war!
So do what is right always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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