And all lips were sewn
So that the word was
Never spoken, not uttered
Under darkened breath.
Whispers were its key
And that lock was now shut.

For with out word what can
Spread it lies upon the listening
World, all was silent, mumbling
Echoes of a now restrained voice.

Evil is one word, its is four letters
Two Syllable that can spread, but
Now it is unspeaking, rejoice knowing  
That words are sealed. Kept from
The ears of those susceptible
To the whispers of corruption.
Of moments clouded, but a single
Now forever sewn closed *words.