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Evil resides
in the corner of that
charnel-house
you call your
heart.
Wickedness must die
your seed must wither
her blame
your guilt
Strange indeed
how love
so particular in
other ways
will accommodate there-
perhaps even
fall asleep-
to be woken with
vicious drunken words
making
despair
For in the very
kernal
of that kindly love
is embedded
the perpetuity of
evil
in the corner of that
charnel-house
you call your
heart.
Wickedness must die
your seed must wither
her blame
your guilt
Strange indeed
how love
so particular in
other ways
will accommodate there-
perhaps even
fall asleep-
to be woken with
vicious drunken words
making
despair
For in the very
kernal
of that kindly love
is embedded
the perpetuity of
evil