Dead Indian Poet

A Letter from Evil
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When you are pissed, I am the deep valley on your forehead
When your computer is screwed, I am the worm and the virus
If you were part of the Jurassic age, I am the Tyrannasarous
If you’re walking through the lonely park, I am the dark night

If you are sitting in a math class, I am the calculus
Wherever there is war on the earth, I am the guns
When you are rushing to the station, I am the traffic
When you are trying to get out, I am the hermetic

When you thirst for the extincted rain, I am the blazing sun
Where there is a quarantine, I am the plague
When you are aiming for a promotion, I am the resignation letter
When you are falling without a parachute, I am gravity

Where there is only goodness prevailing, I am the evil
I will go where God sends me, for I am the devil
When you are longing for air under water, I am the suffocation
Don’t think too hard about my location, I am omnipresent

-dex
09/07