Wickedness: the dark art: violence lurking in the heart
In my time it had its way; but not as it seems today?
Heads got kicked, and mouths got punched, mostly by a bunch of drunks!
Who never had a proper thought, just seen it as a type of sport.
Now the public are so polite - sorry; thank you; you are right:
No one says boo to a goose!
But in the dark, then on the loose!
The marking of an evil art: wickedness inside the heart.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Some have this proclivity while others are peaceful. The question being what makes a dark heart. Well written in good rhyme
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