We Are The Wicked

 
We Are The Wicked
by Andi Lutz

The wicked lay awake at night
conjuring their next move.
Until the following day,
giddy with excitement
to see the outcome.


Wondering how not to
better themselves,
but to worsen others.

The wicked do not sleep,
not at night, not at day.
The wicked will sleep,
when it is all over.

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