I was thinking a little bit about what we define as an "evil person" and came to the conclusion that there is no good or evil everyone is in between of those two.
Enjoy the poem I made about it
Where's the white you all want to be?
Where's the black nobody wants to see?
When we see a serial killer
we're immediately reminded of a similar thriller.
The good that hunts the bad.
The wrong perfection drives me mad.
Even the most evil of them all
has reasons for his downfall
If I could be a hero I would fight just for myself.
While everyone's good on the good side, someone from the bad might need my help.
