Gentlemen Evil

Evil needs company
To join his dark symphony

Like flies to a corpse
He stays without remorse

A true friend is he
No judgment or falsity

The pride lost, is his
And as the saying goes- or is

The good die always die young
So bite down and hold your tongue

Evil lives forever in its immortality
While masses die in the graves of their morality

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