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The Truest Evil

There are few true evils.
An anguished hope,
That’s the truest of all pure evils.
A low too low, unable to cope.
To get your hopes up is to
Ask life to crush them with an iron fist.
Hope is the one true evil,
Always overlooked, always missed.
Hope is a terror. True to the word.
It breaks you down and destroys while weak.
It knows it’s way to deep in your soul.
It opens all the cracks, widens every leak.
Until suddenly, it all explodes apart.
Lower lows, only to see that ray of light.
An evil misguiding light of hope.
It only turns to misery, jealously, and spite.
Hope is purely evil.
No good will ever come from it.
It is a Siren to pull you off course,
A monster to which you must submit.
Hope is a deadly drug,
Yet rehabilitation is in question no more.
It acts as though a pathway to Heaven,
But it’s more like slamming into a locked door.
The true evils,
The ones that ruin your soul,
Pure evils like hope,
Have it and you’ll never be whole.

(2014)

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