Men have two hearts, one is evil the other not,
In his natural state he can love, laugh, a lot.
His soul tells his heart it’s time to tame this beast,
The evil side can eat you up and call you a feast.
There he is, the man who loves, caught inside himself,
When he dies the scientist will keep his brain upon a shelf.
While as the beast the evil thing devours without a sound.
He laughs at misery, thrives on spreading it all around,
Their are two complete people that I know he is,
A gentleman, who longs to shed this other side of his.
His side of evil leers around, hoping to find a pure soul.
He feels he must devour what is good and place inside a hole.
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