Some evils are patches,
they are transferred like family heirloom
but evil is not born nor bred,
evil is taught.
The eyes sees, the ears hears,
and brokered intermittently
with the "conscience" - to do or not to do.
It portrays everyone is pure at heart until infested with evil thoughts
What do you call the evil within?
that, with WHOM you live under same abode?
Like the whip of Massa on the white fields,
it catches you ALL times, yank you to the floor,
makes you weep of days of good beginnings
You have long been a prisoner of silence
Your flesh and blood evaporates when you leap for faith
You fear an aftermath, but how could you?
You are but a living dead
When your soul leaves you, snatched by same hands of your supposed protector,
it's a wishful feeling which never happens
that, which kills you lives within you,
be loud, roar, make your voice heard,
it does assures you the soothing relief you craved for
Too late to speak when you are untimely absorbed underneath the earth
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