Evils of Men

October 18, 2011
She walks silent through the throng

With their gossip swimming to her ears

Words thrown together

A muddled mess of assumption

They all spout lies, vicious and cruel

All to ease the pain of their own guilty minds

Hissing and howling on of scandel

Pointing clawed fingers anywhere but themselves

Animals hungry for innocence

Ready to gnaw and tare at the first sign of good

It is a sin to be naive in their company

For they twist it and make it as calloused as them

Any light is disposed of in a vile manner

Never making its mark

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