("No! This Face Is Only A Mask A Wicked Ornament,

Illuminated By An Exquisite Grimace,

Look And See, Atrociously Contoroled,

The Real Head, And The Sincere Face

Turned Back Under The Shadow Of The Face Which Lies." -

Charles Baudelaire )



He Is Profanity In Sancitity`s Guise

An Alias Assumed I Do Recognize

In Their Eyes , His Cause -

When Enticing And Cunning In Impact

Is Still A Criminal And Evil Act.



So Look For Him Vainly, He,

The Incarnation Of Evil: And By

Arrangements Of Magickal Nature

He Turns Unrecognizable Even To The

Experienced Eye.



You Obsessively Pursue Him

Falling To See, That Was Why He Came To Be

One Who Annihilates With Such Impunity



He Appears Your Friend, But

The Saint Hides Many Satans

He`s Contemptous, You Know

Of Your Godgiven Stupidities

He Calls You In Question Which

Affected Modesty And Create

Of You An Object Of Derision



You Think Him To Be The Pariah

Whom Company Does Exclude

But In The Midst Of All Frenzy

He Is - Feasting In A Transitory Mood



Passion Is Strict Lord

He Is Also Its Humble Slave

When Bereft Of Common Ways,

He Strides Before You On Water

He Makes Clowns Of Kings,

Charms The Guests, Rides The Ball -

Is The Master Of Disguise



Prince Of The Thousandfold Face -

The Charming Jester`s Smile

Which Invites Reason To Demise,

And Imaginations Rise

Inscrutable Yes, Venting His Spleen

Somewhere Night And Day Between

Is The Master Of Disguise