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What's the point
Of evil

The sadness of little ones
The pain this world has become
World is the devil's playground
How did we submit to this evil work

Scars on the abused face
Damn all the fucking demons
The plain, never the less I am dismay

All the people screaming in terror.
Gun shots flying through the air
Little ones seeing the massacre

What's the point.
Of being good.