I've been told that these poems have hit many lives
I'm the new Edgar Poe of our times
all i do is write down my rhymes
moving from page to page, line to lines

i Congratulate myself for the movement so far
but i wont stop until i touch a star
raising the poems, raising the bar
blood soaked pages, death, evil, murder

this is the land of the purest blight
living forever in deep dark night
bathe with us in our moon light
let Evil Poems show you a new sight

my brothers and sister of this evil land
sowrn forever ture, raised right hand
live in our world, dance in the sand
now, continue into other created...

so once again i write these rhymes
forever to do so til end of times
blood soaked pages of years of old
from The Graveyard, to Crow Cold

once upon these pages i now write
was a dream, a vision, my night
feel the pulse of my written word
see the blood of fresh murdered

for my homies, family, brothers, sisters
for all juggalos, allies, and Assassins
stand before the darkest of days
to Shangri-la, raise hatchets and blades!

its hard to turn from old habits, ways
lost in our own minds, or own maze
Evil Poems, forever true
Evil Poems, for all of you!

Enjoy the rest of my, Evil Poems...