What the Evil does.

The evil has no color;
He changes it with his manipulative ploy.
The evil has no religion;
He pursues no ethics.
The evil has no boundaries;
He erases all the faint lines,
With his sin soaked hands.
The evil despises all mirth and joy;
Only but his scandalous victories, that he lives by.
The evil has no regrets;
All he does ever ceaselessly turn accurate.
The evil has no face;
For he runs in the bad blood running through the veins.
The evil feeds on the fear.
Often he seeks to destroy and to tear;
Those who not serving to his conceit right.
The evil with his disgraceful eyes;
And his merciless cold mettle
Often forgets that there is an end he vowed;
Now to himself that he has bestowed.
His end is worse than he knows inside;
Alas! He forgets maybe...scanty his memory can be sometimes
Nor can the saint save him nor can the lord.
Now that the end is here knocking at his door...
Hail! let the evil burn himself in the fire he set..
Himself he has fooled never to be let free again.
Let him burn oh let him burn..
Let him cry in all the misery he caused.
Just when you look for the evil in the crowd..
Forget not, he resides nowhere else but inside you..
Let him out never, for he sabotages you...
The path is never to be followed never to be walked on.
Hush the evil down..
Oh Hush the evil down.