Not all villains are fictitious
Most of them are only ambitious
As much as not every crime is heinous
To a degree that some paths are treacherous
Driven by their only passion
Concerned with but a single mission
Insensitive to warnings of tension
Remaining furtive vis-a-vis their action
Empathy is not in their language
Nor love put them at a disadvantage
For they break through whatever sort of cage
They're masters in the practice of sacrilege
A professional who's a slave
Is the one who often misbehave
He's a coward whom to the weak seems brave
Upon orders, he'd dig someone else's grave