Evil Speaks Softly

It whispers on the edges of silence,

it doesn't scream... it seduces with a caressing voice,

it hides its face behind a cause, a nation, a judgment,

and dances barefoot in the blood of the day.

 

It is a nameless guest in the heart of the righteous,

a seed that grows in gardens of anger,

it mocks the soul that believes in purity,

for it knows that mud also gives life.

 

It doesn't come from the devil, nor is it born in the mud,

it is raised in homes, it is learned in stories,

and sometimes it hides in a late kiss

or in a "I did it for you" that brings torment.

 

Its church is fear, its god is power,

its mirror reflects what we don't want to see.

Evil doesn't always destroy the one it attacks...

sometimes, it sits and encourages you to grow.

Done