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  Harry H. Smith

Evil, Evil,
Within me;
When set free
How evil can I be?

To burn, to maim,
To kill all I see;
To rape, to plunder,
How evil can I be?

Evil,Evil,
It's so true;
The evil in me
Is the evil in you.

Feel not, hurt not,
Hurt not, care not,
Care not, what not,
Knock, knock,
Who's there?
Who cares?
Care less, depress,
Depress, Regress.
What about you?
To hell with you.
What about me?
To hell with me.

If only I could tell you,
If only the truth be known,
How it feels amidst a crowd,
And still be so alone.

If only you felt the pressure,
If only you could see,
To struggle thru each day,
How lonely life can be.

To turn your back on love,
To be so cold inside,
Afraid to ever trust,
Invert yourself to hide.

Where do we turn for help,
Who will lend a hand,
To save those who fought,
For this promised land.