The Ugliness of Evil

The serpent raises its' head

Within the heart of the evil

Ruling with fangs of poison

And coercing in its slithering motions

It devours the souls of the lost

Those who have spent their lives

In pursuit of self indulgence

Then once it has digested

Those abominations of the spirit

It casts itself into the oily pit

There it finds despair staring into its mirrored image

Deep in the abyss

Seeing its reflection - what it has become

Disfigured, deformed, malignant

It sets itself afire

But from the flames emerges HOPE

That even evil can not hide, nor deny

The disgust of its own self perpetuated ugliness