Hope, passion, the simplicity of love so plain, enfolding together in one thought; evil no more.
Mute are the vows forgotten, worthless in evils presence. No joy, no laughter only decaying lies.
When innocence is dead, no one will know why, evil will have made the capture of the senses complete.
No one will profess to know that evil is the killer.
Yet, God will know when you are revealed in the Nakedness of your evil self.