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In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career

On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer
Sympathetically I observe The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating What a strain it is to be evil

And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil
" And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst

While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring Across the infinite expanse of day;
While red or green, before their posturing King,
The massed battalions break and melt away;
And while a monstrous frenzy runs a course That makes ...