Le Mal
Le mal se cache entre nos oreilles, se nourrissant de l'esprit, puis du cœur, pour s'emparer de l'âme.
He has officially
come out of hiding
Known to be
a master of disguise
Born to confuse
Quick to light a fuse
Hides private profits
In costly foreign affairs
He speaks one language
in many tongues
His offers undeniable
A magician with no hat
No dove, rabbit or hare
Just a king of warfare
Handsome to his hordes
with his burnt black hair
Sitting in his office on
a human skin covered chair
Has added a new meaning
To the rocket red glare
Smiling among flames
In his blood filled lair
Addicted to power
riches and fame
Quickly has another war
To declare