Jonathan Whittaker

Evil - Poem by Jonathan Whittaker

evil is vague,
Care to play around,
Then dies by plagues,
No one cares anymore,
So why kill myself over this hmm,

that is just a word in my book,
It has no meaning,
None at all, Now look,
Don't give ….,
No need to why should I?

I have no heart to become consumed with 'Evil',
It was ripped from me a long time,
These eyes only see what must be done,
Death, nor life, feelings brushed aside,
For I am as they say,

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Joshua Fegley (2/16/2013 7:41:00 PM)

    What is Evil but Live spelled backwards? We're all evil. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

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