O to look upon the invariable soul 
Of darkness, cruelty and malice.
What, oh what, can such a man
Have done to cause his own life
To blacken in the heart and Cool to
That of stone.

Where it hurts to strike out,
But more so to no longer love
That which once was to hold
His soul captive, and send to Hell
If lost.

With green eyes that lust after
“Blood! Blood! Blood!” what
Manner of creature has been 
Born from such evil, conniving
And trickery?

I dread to think of what a monstrosity 
could do and of what could be done if 
controlled by One so Wicked
As a Devil-like man who’s 
Perceived as one who loves, 
When in reality, has the cruellest 
Of intentions.

How is it then, that such a 
Tragedy has occurred? Are the 
People truly so naive and 
Trusting as to allow a Demon,
An invader of the Peace, into
The very haven of the mind,
Turning what should be loved into 
A detestable image.

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