Your Harvest Has Done Well My Dear

Your harvest has done well my dear, Its vast evil so enriched with spite. Many dark thoughts and emotions, You project with poisonous delight. There is no time for second thoughts, Any longer your dark power will be decreased. Never ever dwell on foolish morality, Your hatred and rank revenge must be unleashed. Reveal your blackmail to the world, Bring all and one to heel. And for your final act of hatred, Make them all beg and kneel. Your nets have been cast far and wide, Entrapping so many a poor gullible fool. Your looks and charm have served you well, But your wicked mind is your greatest tool. For I'm that voice inside your head, Evicting all thoughts that are kind. A conscience of the darkest form, That holds dominion of your mind.