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Inanimate Evil
What thoughts are trapped
Hind eyes of black?
Those hard and glassy beads...
Such innocence by day
So soft
So sweet
But in the night you see...
The glint
The twitch
The evil stare
That something truely terrible be
His flippers soft
His beak a nub
And cuddly cuddly cute!
And all the while its flesh he craves
A sacrifice
A blood tribute!
Have him rest upon your chest
Or by your neck at night...
But be aware the terrible truth!
The creature that is
In absense of light
Nothin' Bettah Din Dis Von
So poesque - the question remains what is the nature of evil? hidden, comes at night. Ah the sun! The Sun comes! ~~A~~