Utility of Evil

Freedom to decide, bless’d with opaque sight
A fork’d tongue, by sweet autonomy-scorn’d

Drown’d penta-depth river of droughted flesh
Evapour’d soul, body silently mourns

Crookèdwise wind, winding o’er dry crack’d earth
Through your violent shakes, strength of stem is born

Omens of dark shattering ride tipp’d beaks
Each spark of glory, evil must unfold

Prodigiously nightshade, glowing flint orbs
Flame-loving life, each hand of dust enfolds

In love, celestial eyes must dusk drink
By hidden sun is reflect’d night adorn’d

Sweet is the tip, bitter close to the throat
To reject one side, leaves no taste at all