I am Evil.  I am what results when you live in fear.

         I am Evil.  Do not pretend that I do not exist.  I am as real as anything else in your experiment.

         I am Evil.  I am what you hoped would not come about.  You hoped that flesh would remember Spirit and return to Love.  But alas for you, that did not always happen.  In fact, it happened rarely.

         I am Evil.  I am what fear seeks.  I am what fear creates.  It is strange.  Fear senses the absence of Love.  But rather than trying to find Love, it turns deeper into itself.  Fearing that Love does not exist, fear moves ever farther from it and ever closer to me.

         I am Evil.  I am the death of Love.  There is no Love in the depths of my dark waters.  There is only more and more fear--packed ever denser around you.

         I am Evil.  Like everything else born of fear, I am your child.  You recognize me--you draw me to yourself--you hold me close and stroke me.

         I am Evil.  I am seductive.  You have made me so.  Give up my dark pleasures for Love?  Never!  I am so much more fun.

         I am Evil.  I dare you to leave me.