Malum

Hello, my name is Evil. Perhaps you have heard of me, or my handiwork. No? That’s alright, I will meet you soon enough. Some may tell you that I don’t exist, that I am limited to certain corners of the world, or that I may be driven away with thought. They are my lackeys, these purveyors of psychosis and orators of hope, blinded by my mirrored mask. They brush me away to varied places only to find that I manifest there like maggots under your rotting heaps of trash. I will not be denied. Ban my instruments and I will create new ones, better than the old. Battle my warriors and they will grow stronger, slay them and they become martyrs for my cause. I feed upon your discourse, breed among your oppressed, and hide within your lofty ideals. Refute me and you renounce your own deity, for my existence is the reason for your faith. You have had many chances to fell me but have elected to arm yourselves with hatred, my own finely crafted weapon of choice. Love is my nemesis. My weakness lies in tolerance, compassion, selflessness, and sympathy. So there it is, my full exposed depiction. Only you, your words and actions, control my destiny. How will you cope with my reign upon this earth?

Tragedy on Tragedy

There’s nothing like a tragedy to stir up the morons.

They blather out stupidity under the guise of pros and cons.

Why must only the fringe have a voice in the debate?

When will common sense appear? Is it too late?

Is it possible to find a place where the left meets the right,

When both sides feed on dread, doom, and fright?

We will solve our problems only when the talking heads,

Lower their tone, see the common good, and compromise instead.