Evil

Evil does not arrive in it's solid form.

It is not the colour black, Or the darkness of the night; Nor the hiss of the snake, Or the crow taking flight.

Evil lies amidst the flurry of the storm.

It is the cunning of a smile, And the twinkle of an eye; It is the shiver of a spine, And the beauty of a lie.

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