Eyes of Pure Evil


He held your hand,
And you felt safe.
His eyes were stunning,
But did you see what I saw?
I saw anguish, and murder.
I saw pure evil in those eyes.
The eyes of the man in red,
With the horns on his head.
He holds you close,
And makes you feel important.
He leads you to new things,
And makes life worth it.
His eyes held you still,
They were so captivating.
Walk away while you can.
Because didn't you notice?
The anguish, the murder.
Eyes of pure evil.
The eyes of the man in red,
With the horns on his head.
The stunningly beautiful, eyes of pure evil.

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