The Evil

I am the evil of words
With forked tongue of pitch and lips of charred wood
I am the evil of words

I am the evil of thought
The labyrinth of lies and web of mistakes
I am the evil of thought

I am the evil of dreams
My talons unsheathed, encrusted with blood
I am the evil of dreams

I am the evil
A tarnished and languishing creature of sin
I am the evil
I am the

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