The Evil

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The Evil

My friend is a poor little fellow
He doesn't know what he needs
Or even what he has
And that what he has is evil
But the envy flows through me
I could only possess the evil
I would be so happy with how things would be
Happy for him that his unknown evil is gone
Happy for me that I vanquished the evil
What I would be left with in my hands
Is what my friend thinks that he has
Which is something resembling happiness
But he can never mold the evil
Mold it into exactly what he thinks he has
But the evil is no match me
Me and my free-thinking-take-no-shit-from-anyone stance
The evil would melt away into goodness so pure
My life it would be so complete
And I would even sleep at night
I would smile so much each and every day
Every other friend of mine would wonder what's up
And I wonder if my deluted friend would miss his illusion
And be hurt if I took it away
But I suppose I could never hurt him more than he's been killed by the evil
I must be the bad guy knowing what he really wants
But I've got my own evil that some other "friend" could make into happiness
So now I wonder between my friend and I which one is really deluted
So I go from day to day
In my everyday quote, unquote life
Wonder if I want my friend's evil
Or would rather have what some other friend of mine thinks is evil

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