Evil and her sisters work to change the world, save the unenlightened from the candyfloss abyss. Rescue the believers from the illusions they create. Turn atheists to saints, the clergy to hedonists.

What good is there in unrelenting joy and rejoice? When death follows as certainly as birth? No, come to their dark quiet and gain some relief. Candyfloss illusions will surely come to grief.

Naughty little succubi masturbating in the confessional. Do they offer temptation? Or redemption, from tight collared life?

The world needs destruction, it cleanses the dreams, making way for the future, leaves nothing the same. Evil and her sisters, dark forces, without shame.


Alec Penwalt Smith
Poet, Author, Philosopher, Gypsy
Evil and Her Sisters
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