Evil Within
On stormy nights, they run to me for shelter,
I gave them clothes, bread and butter,
I took them in, I became their brother,
In the night, they poisoned my pizza;
'Mumu me', I was betrayed by the mouths I fed,
They shattered my heart, who can mend ?,
The more I try to be nice, the worse,
Brood of vipers, carry your cross;
Beware of unfriendly friends, especially the nice ones,
Save your soul, they grow thorns,
Unabated danger lingers,
Don't sit and suck your fingers
Emmanuel Shadrach
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