Some think

Some think evil glamorous
Power over others something to seek,
Taking and not giving,
Lording it over others,
Consuming endlessly,
Seeking to fill a void
That has no substance.

Evil’s stomach is empty,
That nothing can fill
Since it seeks to absorb
Assimilate what is alive in others,
But once devoured becomes evil itself,
Loosing all life
Only the freezing void for warmth.

Evil is real
Yet without substance.
With no power to create,
Incapable of expansion,
Or movement,
Without some good to devour
Leaving only emptiness in its wake.

Hell is a state
Where emptiness rules,
Its kingdom
Consisting of one lifeless void
Seeking to devour another
Leaving only empty rage
As its reward.

Eternal self regard,
The fruit the tree produces
Turning to dust when touched
Blown away in a dark eternity
Where no light can penetrate,
The soul walled off;
Something it desires and embraces.