A dark figure gazes down upon the Earth, from atop a mountainous peak.
Known as the Prince of Darkness, or perhaps as Evil Incarnate,
His very being yearning to destroy this world and all that live upon it.
Silently he stares out into the world, struggling with a burning rage
A single red tear of molten fire falling from his face.
Even with power and might such as his,
What more could he possibly do
to increase the pain in this world?
After watching the news last night, dug this up to share with you guys. Not entirely sure how we've come to the point we're at now.
But I actually agree with the point in that poem.
Who needs some arch-nemesis when we can do such a good job of destroying things ourselves?

