Evil

He made from pure dusts and thousand pieces of stars
And a chunk of warm heart.
Contains 80% of waters.
He is scattered upon the night and dusk.

If he were never meant to going back to the stars
Then he prefer to be in this earth
Between these demons
Destroyed all the things around him

But he never meant to move
Even half of him is the horizon
And every thin air he breathe is from the blue,
So does he never leave.

He made from pure dusts and thousand pieces of stars,
And a chunk of warm heart.
He is scattered upon the night and dusk.
But
There is no evil in him.
There never was.