Evil goes as evil knows,
Victim imitating craving,
Replicating tantrums shown
In past events, only lately.
Evil roams as blood flows,
Inheritance in the making,
And people cast ivory stones
To keep it obeying.
Evil's woes are never told:
It's invulnerable to baiting.
The filthy stash of skin and bones
Weeps as it's arranged.
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