Justice goes blushing when I do nothing.
When evil is what you do, then I have the moral flu.
To find sin, look within.
Evil’s kill and grill and fill has now become traditional.
Beware the well-reasoned necessity.
No integrity; no eyes that see.
Evil suffocates conscience with a pillow of desire.
Beware the leader’s stew, brewed up just for you.
A most pernicious goo is pride, excused in you.
The sneer, the back-stab and the barb — evil is alive and licking hard.
Evil exists at the crux, of indifference — and a tux.
Hate leaks from brains that store it.
We have perfected the art of unoriginal sin; we sin in exactly the same, boring, uninspired way as all previous generations.
It is modern wisdom to think the devil a myth; modern foolishness to not see him in ourselves.
Evil is the absence of love.