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In the depths of the night, where the shadows creep,

Lurks a figure of malice, in silence they seep.

With a smile that deceives and a heart made of stone,

They thrive on the chaos, in darkness alone.


Words like daggers, they cut and they tear,

Leaving trails of sorrow, a burden to bear.

In a world full of light, they choose to bring pain,

A master of whispers, where kindness is slain.


Yet beneath the facade, a void they can't fill,

For the heart of a bad person knows naught but the chill.

In the end, they wander, forever apart,

A prisoner of shadows, with a fractured heart. 

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