The Wicked
The Wicked by Bubbles Kandhari
Do the wicked realize their deeds
The pain and anguish they cause
Do they realize that all this leads
To nothing but their downfall.
They have all the reason
To justify every action
They do not think it is wrong
Not even for a fraction.
They are cunning and conniving
They scheme and they plot
Nothing you can do
To make them stop.
They will lie through their teeth
To get what they need
They do all the wrongs with a straight face
And will not care about any disgrace.
They will use any means
To achieve their desire
Their actions then are akin
To those of a vampire.
Evil within is reflected outside
Hardcore faces have cruelty inside
The end for these people is really bad
The plight of theirs is now so sad.
It is then too late to help them out
They may even cry or shout
Heaven and hell is here on this earth
Nothing is left for birth or rebirth.
Wicked exist in the world they say
Is the price that goodness has to pay
For if only good remain to stay
Who would appreciate goodness today.
Hence the wicked, wild and their “wonderful” ways
Are what some people still choose to adopt these days.