There is nothing,
Just plain Emptiness.
Then, an Evil brings,
An Infinite Duress.

A Kaleidoscope brings
More Colour and Life
Than the Place could Sing,
Of Bliss and Strife.

The World around me is Crying,
For the Undeserved Suffer a Crime,
That the Evil Made, and is Trying,
To Strike us down in our Prime.

I pray the Dullness will Retreat,
To other Crevices of Society,
Away from the Benevolent and Greet,
Instead, the Evil People as its Company.