Ages of Evil

Sweet little baby all safe and sound

Soon will the whispers start to surround.

 

Calm little children, huddled in a bunch

Will begin to hear a crunch, crunch, crunch.

 

Love struck teenagers, caressing with soft hands

Never meeting up to the devilish demands.

 

One lonely soldier, striking with great force

Never thinking twice, never feeling remorse.

 

Two vibrant lovers, on their wedding day

One a penny, two a penny, slay, slay, slay.

 

One child, two child, three child, four

Crazy happens often when evil is at your door.

 

Kindergarten, high school, college all the same

Once their kids are old enough they'll be out of their way.

 

Grandkids, grandkids, running through the door

Courage starts among the weak, young hearts take hold the sword.

 

Now a quiet graying man, sitting all alone

Sadness seeping through his eyes, his face still hard as bone.

 

Wife has recently passed, the funeral is today

Death has been a longing part, a dreadful part to play.

 

Evil was lurking, through all their past

But never did he give up hope, the only thing that lasts.

 

"Keep your head up, darling." Words he'd always say.

She would giggle but still turn to look away.

 

Tears would flash through her eyes, he forever knew the truth

Years were in fact gaining up on her, she was losing hold of her youth.

 

He knew her time was coming, he knew the hurt and pain

She was slowly dieing, going full insane.

 

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