The Face of True Evil

true evil has no face,

it shifts, it moves,

swaying back and forth,

like grains of desert sand

in a gently blowing wind,

quietly infiltrating minds

and souls in high and

mighty places,

enticing,

alluring,

irresistible;

the ultimate chameleon,

making changes so subtle

they are barely perceptible,

taking shape, without worry or care,

then disappearing like magic,

into the thin night air;

deception in the name

of innocence;

yes,

true evil has no face,

it goes by many names;

eminent domain,

manifest destiny,

for god and country,

true religion,

the chosen race,

national pride,

the final solution,

Altamont;

to name a few;

and when it has come and gone,

none but a few, even realize

it has passed their way

at all.

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