Evil

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Every chance that I get I'm turning cruel.

I'm turning vengeful, violent and evil.

I'm an evil that yearns for your life.

Your freedom.

I'm a cyclone trapped in a flimsy box wrapped up in chains.

I want what you have;

What you can give me.

I envy the solid ground you walk on
While I'm stuck to walk through drowned soil.

I'm turning and I can't stop it.

Acid fuels my stomach to spew from my mouth.

My world sways my brain atop an uneven board.

And I'm spinning and slinging myself to grab a rope above my head.

I'm stuck with water above me threatening to drown me.

Only I deserve it.


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