Evil (Bardic)

By: Peladoris Posted on: May 30, 2005

Evil

Evil's the drive for advancement,
Quailing at naught in the way:
The choosing of strength over weakness
By discipline practiced each day.

Evil is never a bad thing--
Something opposed to good.
Evil's a word that lesser folk use
For what they would be if they could.

My body's made strong by battle.
My mind, striking conscience out.
My spirit is strong through hardships endured.
Lord Sartan allows me no doubt.

The weak I shall cull like cattle.
Pain is my tool and my friend,
Forgiveness and tolerance, ills to be cured.
Discipline wins in the end.

I follow none but Lord Sartan.
His words tell me right from wrong.
My actions are cruel to harden my heart
And help weed the weak from the strong.

I live my life in hardship,
Making my own if I need.
Combat I seek to strengthen my body.
I show strength in every deed.

My body's made strong by battle.
My mind, striking conscience out.
My spirit is strong through hardships endured.
Lord Sartan allows me no doubt.

The weak I shall cull like cattle.
Pain is my tool and my friend,
Forgiveness and tolerance, ills to be cured.
Discipline wins in the end.

Mhaldor is Evil's triumph
Embodying Seven Truths.
Its buildings are filled with the cruelty of Sartan,
Its citizens free from all ruth.

Here are no pansy "virtues".
Here is no flight from pain.
Mhaldor is marching to dominate Sapience,
Weak peoples' losses our gain.

My body's made strong by battle.
My mind, striking conscience out.
My spirit is strong through hardships endured.
Lord Sartan allows me no doubt.

The weak I shall cull like cattle.
Pain is my tool and my friend,
Forgiveness and tolerance, ills to be cured.
Discipline wins in the end.