The wicked nod, smiling ever sweetly
And the simple smile in glad return
Not knowing those wicked smiles will burn.
Even though the wicked man acts comely
His hidden intent is often deadly.
To control you alone his heart doth yearn,
For this he labours, that your heart should churn.
He controls when he treats you cruelly,
For he knows when you by fears are ridden
His own fears may be quietly hidden.
Wicked is as wicked does, smiles mean nothing,
Control is all. Over you he’s flaunting
Usurpation of your private power
For when you are weaker, he is stronger.