Evil lives above me.
Who would have guessed?
And so seductive.
Reaching inside to my own evil.
So I played doggo, I didn't respond.
Evil escalated control, and half by luck, I played dead.
My strength is of the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
And evil has superhuman strength, with a black heart.
Evil destroyed property, but left me standing.
Receding like a giant tsunami, leaving me behind.
I tell myself I triumphed over evil, but it was mostly luck
I shiver at the thought.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Evil lives above me.
Who would have guessed?
And so seductive.
Reaching inside to my own evil.
So I played doggo, I didn't respond.
Evil escalated control, and half by luck, I played dead.
My strength is of the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
And evil has superhuman strength, with a black heart.
Evil destroyed property, but left me standing.
Receding like a giant tsunami, leaving me behind.
I tell myself I triumphed over evil, but it was mostly luck
I shiver at the thought.
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