Evil

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I met evil when I was only a child

 

I met him in the dark when even the stars couldn’t shine

And he was beguiling

 

I met him in the winter while Jack Frost stole my toes

And he was terrifying

 

I met him in a storm

The waves were crashing and the cliffs were creaking

And he was dangerous

 

I met him at midnight

Alone, I waited for someone to come

And he was ferocious 

 

But then I met him in the morning

And the sun was shining

And the birds were singing

And evil was still there

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