Evil people hide in familiar shades,
They morph their wicked skin,
To look the likes of us,
And not their monstrous kin.
They write like a human,
Speaking in themes we recognize as light,
To the point no one knows how they lie,
So who knows how many walk among us.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
Evil people hide in familiar shades,
They morph their wicked skin,
To look the likes of us,
And not their monstrous kin.
They write like a human,
Speaking in themes we recognize as light,
To the point no one knows how they lie,
So who knows how many walk among us.
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