The Thriving.

Some call him a sinner,
some call him a saint
all the while unknowing
the innocence he'll taint.
They bask in his glory,
they covet his shame,
but in reality are HIS pons
in his own twisted game.

With a smile like barbed wire
he torments the vain,
with the eyes of cold fire,
he seems almost sane.
Evil lives in a thriving town,
while bidding no traces.
Evil wears a merry mask
that looks like all our faces.