who knows what evil lurks out there
in the badlands of men's bloody hearts

willing to rage rage against the light
and pull the frayed corners of decency

to the bubbling hot geysered muck
of anger, ever higher, more explosive

always angry red, spilling, spattering
boggled mind at the sinister uselessness

of acts of wanton depravity of soul
to hurt ever more creatively, wrecklessly

denying the refuge of dying peacefully
the darkness revels in cries of pain

from the villages and fields and streets
the old men, the children, young women

dragged into the badlands, all tortured
pulled into the men's black hole of evil

where only God can reconcile the bottom
and give mercy of grace to victims cries


© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09