Medusa
You invaded my world, a form glacial,
gorgeous you appeared and perfect!
But dismal evil, forbidding 'n' bifacial
with thy figure scenic and bedecked.
Medusa head welled from shoulders;
evil dark eyes adorned thy forehead;
wolf hidden cynodonts were encoders,
of your transforming grace to embed.
Gods! I yelled while graces deplored,
of your appearance evil and badness,
a moon of stupor, unfavorably adored,
our romance; an entranced madness.
Thus you appeared in my world, wicked;
Malfunctioning in a world of evil quash,
A nightmare came in my soul to nick it;
while Demons chanted winged to bash.
Perspired I sprang out besprent sheets,
outside wraiths in air shrillness holler;
it's the wind singing frightful on sleets;
it's our loneliness of winds 'n' callers.
So slow I stare out, to a white vastness,
I recall your gleaming eyes and my ail,
tearing gusts of the wind in darkness,
Time continuity extends, pain to prevail.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
they look into my eyes and they,
wonder what lays behind of them,
maybe a man with a darkened soul,
or a man with a deep dark secret,
that he keeps bottled up inside,
of him like a stick of dynamite,
just waiting to go off and blow up,
his soul,
and expresses his true feelings,
towards this dark and evil hurt world,
that has always turned its back on him,
and his friends,
he feels so alone like the little,
boy inside of him that is afraid of,
the new world that he has been born into,
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
take a look into my eyes and tell me,
what do you see? A lost boy that has no life,
a man who feels so alone that he just wants to,
end he just wants to end his, he doesn’t want
to live in this evil world anymore,
evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they run wild through his head,
and that no one ever cares about him,
just another pointless soul walking the,
earth and the realms of his insanity,
that fills his head with evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they look down at him with him dressed in his black,
outfit and his long black that makes him look so gothic,
and satanic you can look into his eyes and see nothing,
but pure hatred for what he has become,
everyone thinks that I am crazy,
maybe their right, maybe I am just
evil in its purist form like a line of cocaine,
going up society's nose,
and I am going to plaque the world for all of time,
just walking around and being pure evil.
poem by Robert Rumery
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Evil
Evil, why have you engulfed so many hearts...evil
Evil, why have you destroyed so many minds...
Leaving room for darkness, where lost dreams can hide.
Evil, why do you infest our purest thoughts, with hatred.
Evil, why have you stolen so much love...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
Evil, why have you taken over gods childrens eyes...evil
Evil, before they could really grow to see,
That your way, is not the way, to make, life what it should be, yea, yea, yea
Evil, why have you destroyed, youve destroyed so much of this doggone world...evil
Evil, oh, why have you broken so many homes...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Feeling the rath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Kelsi Gray
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Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Elena Helms
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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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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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Evil is YOU!
Everyone says,
I’m evil because I beat my sister,
I’m evil because I took drugs,
I’m evil because I went to prison,
I’m evil because I cheated,
Well Guess what!
You’re not evil,
So chill,
You’re the core of evil,
You represent every part of evil,
And…..,
So is your dark side,
Your devil!
poem by Rana Malas
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Of Evil Defined
An old Russian proverb that states: 'There can be no good without evil'.
All the world today is in an upheaval.
Let’s prevail to overcome all evil.
We all know there’s always a battle between good and evil.
For what is evil defined; One with a twisted mind.
And we all know that evil is in the back of everyone’s mind.
Always seeing evil can make us blind.
It can even make you loose your mind.
Just remember this proverb of mine: Good can prevail from all of mankind.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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You Can Easily Recognize
You can easily recognize
Those who have never dealt with evil at all
And those who who have been down
Knee deep in it, and on familiar ground-
Evil squeezing you like a lover;
It's hands where they shouldn't be,
Because evil is already on too close terms
With those who don't by nature fear and abhor it.
But a person who has avoided at all costs
The cold stare of evil, and those clutching fingers;
Who has run squealing, from anywhere
That evil has ever appeared:
That person will be destroyed
Almost before the first shot is fired off,
While at the same time, the well-seasoned soldier
Is starting to warm up to the fully acceptable notion
That maybe this won't be
Just another boring day, after all-
Hand already itching at the trigger..
poem by Patti Masterman
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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…
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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The Evil World
The evil world is like hell with human life,
So for almost every man beats his wife.
No place is worser than a life in a cell,
Except for eternity with demons in hell.
The evil world is filled with worthless life,
Yet life is sometimes worth living.
At night I lay in my bed
Wondering when is everyone dead.
Yet the evil world is like hell:
Evil conquers most human beings.
Without light or good the human race
Will seize to exist.
You must fulfill the life of man.
The evil world is like hell with human life.
poem by Tamika Taylor
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The Darkest Hour
The world is truly a volatile place, much in need of protective grace,
The Grace of The Sovereign Lord, when His help below is implored.
Even when He’s not thought of, God moves, based upon His Love,
A Love which goes unparalleled, in opposing the evil forces of Hell.
The very forces plaguing the world, with all the darkest yet unfurled.
Yet all of the evil Satan may rail, against The Lord, shall not prevail,
God above shall protect His Own, through the Power of His Throne.
As Satan causes evil to flourish, wicked hearts involved, will perish.
All the terror we see upon earth, will in the end become much worse,
As Satan enters the heart of more, nations of men against our Lord.
The end shall come like a flood, as evil spills untold innocent blood,
As evil goes on without restraint, causing even the mightiest to faint.
When by God, The Spirit is taken; all of this earth shall be forsaken,
By the Light and Peace of God, left victim of Satan’s wrath and rod.
If this end time is not cut short, through the intervention of The Lord,
Satan would destroy all human life, through his dark, end time strife.
All this evil will be destroyed, when, The Lord of Glory returns again,
Ending all Satan’s wickedness, as it’s destroyed, by Righteousness,
The Righteousness of Christ alone, when He comes to save His own,
And bring in a Kingdom for all to see, will last throughout all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
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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The Death Of Good
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
GOODNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THY PORTION,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
THOU ART SUPPOSED TO SEE GOOD,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD, THY REWARD OUGHT TO BE GOOD,
BUT LO AND BEHOLD, THE REWARD OF DOING GOOD IS EVIL,
THE GAINS OF GOODNESS ALTOGETHER IS BECOME EVIL,
THE DIVIDENDS OF GOODNESS HAST BECOME BADNESS,
YEA! LO I BE PAID WITH EVILLNESS FOR MY GOODNESS,
YEA, LO I BE PAID WITH WICKEDNESS FOR MY KINDNESS,
LET ME BE PUT TO ETERNAL SLEEP,
THEN WILL MY EYES NOT BEHOLD THE TRIUMPH OF THE WICKED,
THEN WILL GOODNESS OVERCOME EVILNESS,
YEA, LEST I BE REWARDED WITH EVILS FOR MY GOODS.
LET ALL THAT LOVES TO DO GOOD CEASE TO EXIST,
YEA, LET US THAT LOVE TO DO GOOD, SLUMBER INFINITELY IN ETERNAL SLEEP.
YEA! THAT THE GOOD REMAIN INFINITELY GOOD,
LET THEM FADE OFF IN INFINITE SLEEP,
AND THE EVIL ONE'S CAN INHERIT THE EARTH WHICH HAS NO MORE GOOD IN IT.
YEA, MY GOODNESS IS THUS ATTESTED TO, FOR GOOD WILL DEPART FROM THE WORLD OF EVIL,
AND EVIL SHALL REIGN IN THE LANDS OF THE EVIL.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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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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The Evil Saga
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This Evil
----
This evil inside of me
Is trying get out.
It wants pain,
It wants misery.
I can't fight it,
I can't hide it.
No, No, No!
Freedom,
Terminal fate is coming.
It's nightmare is stunning.
Heathen,
The darkness in my head
Sees you all dead.
Pagan,
Ritual sacrifice
Going on tonight.
Civilizations predict the end of the world,
But death is too easy an out for us all.
This evil will test our might
It will make us suffer, make us fall.
I can't fight it,
I can't hide it.
No, No, No!
----
He Cried Evil
----
'Dark mind proposes a question,
Voices in his head form a suggestion
'I'll kill them all, ' he said to them.'
His desperate soul and his lonely heart
Screamed into the night.
Preying on ignorant fools and greedy buffoons,
He said he'd make it right.
It was his obsession
To see their final expression.
He had to teach them a lesson.
He Cried Evil!
He Cried Evil!
Under black moon
He introduces you
To your doom.
His shadow seduces the weak,
Bleeds them.
Strangling the damned
Pleases him.
He'll kill the suits,
He'll hide the loot,
He has to show the truth!
He Cried Evil!
He Cried Evil!
He deals the persecution,
He delivers the execution,
He has a solution.
To get rid of you, the pollution.
To end you of your delusion,
He fires his gun!
His dark mind answers the question.
Your end becomes his obsession.
He laughs when you give objection.
Uses your fear as a weapon.
He's going to teach a lesson.
Now let's start the session.
He Cried Evil...
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Evil Lives
----
'What's more psychotic,
To hear voices and see faces
Or to imagine them on purpose? '
The screams in my head
Wake me at night
The dreams in my bed
Take me to fright
The sign of the ram
Burnt on the back of my hand
Is just a trick
Evil lives...Inside us all
Welcome to my mind,
It's a dark place to be.
You'll go blind,
Only hatred lets you see.
In the bottom I dwell,
What joy do I have
In this Hell?
But maybe it wasn't this place
That drove me mad.
It goes on and on,
Evil stays strong.
It takes what it gives,
Evil Lives.
They tried to keep me down
So I put them in the ground.
I go on free, but
I'll never be happy.
Some think I'm doing fine,
But I've lost my mind.
No turning back this time.
I've committed my crime.
'Haven't we all? '
It goes on and on,
Evil stays strong.
It takes what it gives,
Evil Lives.
poem by Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.
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Three silly monkeys
See no evil!
Speak no evil!
Hear no evil!
Preached a sage
Three monkeys heard and became impressed
They started practising the given rules
Without giving any deeper thought
As incapable they were, to do so
Each time they saw something thing they considered evil
They closed their eyes
Each time they heard of evil
They closed their ears
Any mentioning of the evil
And they covered their mouths
Interpreting the teaching
As best as they could
One day they heard the roar of a cheeta
Which sounded so sinister
Immediately they covered their ears
They felt the impulse to speak
About the evil that neared
But instead
They put their hands on mouths
They saw Cheeta approaching
But followed the golden teaching
By closing their eyes
Certain they were
That sage’s teachings were to save
And Evil was to disappear
But the beast came
Devoured all three silly monkeys
Everything in this world has two sides to look upon, many in this world consider and portray these monkeys as three wise ones, question is, how you would rank them!
The Gunpowder Plot (Let This Be A Lesson)
Your idea's liked by us,
but son, you know too much.
If you won't be a slave,
we'll send you to your grave!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
Don't let him up on stage;
He'll end our golden age.
The world's not ready yet;
Take him out, he's a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The bodies pile up;
everyone knows too much.
The world's not ready yet;
Take them out, they're a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The world's not ready yet;
The world's not ready yet!
Let this be a lesson;
Your product's a lemon!
poem by Michael Fischer
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Winter’s Rage
In the vortex of the swirling evil wind
Mother Nature showed its evil grin
Sleet and snow becomes an evil twin
A wolf’s howling can be heard as evil sin
The barren landscape reveals a blinding glare
The bareness sinks into the marrow of a nightmare
A bone chilling feeling comes knocking at the door of despair
A candle light vigil gives refuge a worthless fare
It’s a Christmas Eve like no other
And bitter loneliness has no mother
Winter bares its claws ready to smother
Tempting any fool or his brother
Snowdrifts pile high as they can
Snow blowers shudder through out the land
A winless battle against a harsh wind so bland
Snow blinded by a white light making a stand
Can spring be near
Does it need a kick in the rear
What am I doing here
I hear Hawaii calling loud and clear
poem by Alfred Ramos
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