Evil

The salt of fears

The salt that burns

The wound for years

But keep the salt

Face the pain

Just like you faced

Your fears one day.

Once upon a time

On a fateful day

A grain of salt

Came into play

An evil grain

That sought to build

A larger wound
Than could be healed

But the sugar of trust

Fought it for years

The evil salt

That came from fear

The clash of pride

A battle in hell

Oppression from one

Revolution from the other

The spirits rose

As brother fought brother

Blood fell

Stinging the ground

As sugar fought harder

Gaining the ounce.

Salt fell off his throne

Fallen down through

His broken home

No longer a bother

To sugar and his dome

There was no left

No fear to feed the salt

No more hatred

Not even a seed

As trust grew his kingdom

His walls and all,

Teaching his subjects

The secrets to love

No more evil resided

Not even a grain of salt.