miscellaneous evil

The sun shines brightly in the sky, clouds swim gently by. The flowers bloom, night and day just as evil comes to play. In the summer in the fall, the clouds always find a time to loll. The sun shines forever on, always waiting for the dawn. The flowers yearn yet wilt, before have any guilt. In the spring in the winter, the wind dances almost a sprinter. Forever on the sky will stay, just as sure as they will plea.