Slaves of Passion

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