Spun from the misery from the song of eternity.

by Carol   Jun 18, 2007


Evil.
It's such a plain word.
Cold and unfeeling.
Yet, what's really so bad about it?
It's only a four letter word.
How can just a few simple letters create
something so "terrible"?
Maybe it's not so awful at all.
Maybe evil was mistranslated.
Maybe it really means power.
Extacy.
Next to me.
Let the intoxication run through you.
I won't tell.
Let me envelope you.
Hush, your soul's gone.
No more.
As we drop to the floor.

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