The night is dark, and full of terrors So much dark days Even the lights seem to struggle. I heard there is a beast now lurking around Even lovers don't seem to cuddle. Plenteous scarcity of good Amidst the abundance of evil.
Some heard: "Thou shalt not do evil." Others only need a Simon, to let em know: "That there is no beast in these shadows No, It's only the King of the Flies perching around Atop a filthy desire to create evil among their kind.
Alas, they'd better know tho' That that incarnate resides in us all We'd better Recognize!