I was bone to play the part
Evil from the start
At least that’s what I’ve been told
Since they wrenched me from my mold
Two years old and sinnin
Yes my head was spinnin
The demon child of Saten
Least that’s what they’ve been sayen
And when I was a teen
Boy was I mean
Taking shit from none
Looking out for number one
Now that I’m a man
I do what I can
To hide the secret form of evil
That everyone says I have
I’ve never known it’s name
But it’s caused me so much pain
Never seen it raise its head
But I’m stuck with it til dead
And now here on my deathbed
A strange thought enters my head
Can you really be that evil
If you do good all your life?
The pastor takes this in
Utters the last words I comprehend
And the last words that I ever heard
“No I reckon not.”
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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