Jonathan Whittaker


Evil - Poem by Jonathan Whittaker

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

Evil...
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?

Evil....
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,
Evil.


Comments about Evil by Jonathan Whittaker

  • 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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