Evil Loses

He had a point to make
People viewed he was good
He knew inside stories
Was privy to information
Actually tried blackmailing
Under the garb of advising
People fell prey to his ways
To people who suspected him
He was selectively venomous
He thought like megalomaniac
Behaved like a narcissist
Spat venom with sweetness
His secret ways were unknown
Everything he did with motives
One day someone spilled beans
He was caught red handed
Unaware, unexpected, suddenly
His pleading and denials
Weren’t adequate to save him
His true colors got displayed
He was not silly at all
But was mischievous to the core
His quick wins proved disastrous
Ethics and integrity win always
Evil and guilty are always losers

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