Some children are born with a twisted sense of humour,
Finding delight in crookedness, both in word and act.
Their deeds are evil, their words draped in darkness,
Born to serve a monstrous creed, their hearts intact.

Twisted minds perceive a world as grim as their dreams,
Restless nights plagued by nightmares they cannot shake.
Their thoughts, a tapestry of negative schemes,
Emotions deadened since the day they first awoke.

Cooked brains revel in the darkest of nights,
Escaping reality to forge their own sad realm.
Within it, they inflict pain on those they despise,
Defacing the places they unearth, rebellious at the helm.

Casting spells of misery and hatred on others,
Devoid of empathy, they are creatures of dark design.
They tread the earth as a peculiar breed of brothers,
Embracing a pessimistic theory they well enshrine.

Their end mirrors the sadness of their birth,
Sadistic pleasures fuel their immense thrill.
They seek souls naive and vulnerable, their worth,
To play their mind games and fulfill their unholy will.

As they grow, stepping into a twisted adulthood,
Their power intensifies, their will unwavering.
Malice, greed, and jealousy fill their every mood,
Building lives steeped in ruthlessness and blasphemous daring.

Spreading darkness and evil wherever they tread,
Harassing the kind and compassionate, finding glee,
In the pain and sorrow inflicted on those they dread,
Pitying their goodness, blaming it for their own misery.

But let us not be consumed by their malevolence,
Let us rise above their twisted realm of despair.
For in the face of darkness, we shall find resilience,
Kindness and compassion, the antidote we shall share.

In a world where twisted minds may roam,
Let us be beacons of light, steadfast and strong.
For love and goodness shall be our home,
And in our hearts, a melody of hope, forever our song.

One day, when their masquerade comes to an end,
They'll find themselves alone, without a lover or friend.
For in this world, goodness always prevails,
And twisted minds never truly hails.

Their legacy, a trail of destruction and harm,
The twisted minds, their only charm.
 In the end, it will be their downfall,
As goodness always conquers the twisted mind's call.

 

(- the crooked house, movie)