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(" No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,illuminated by an exquisite grimace, Look and see, atrociously contorted, The real head, and the sincere face Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies" Charles Baudelaire) He is profanity in sanctity's guise An alias assumed I do realize In their eyes, his cause -when enticing and cunning in impactis still a criminal and evil act So look for him vainly, He, the incarnation of magickal nature He turns unrecognizable even to the experienced eye You obsessively pursue him Failing to see, hat was why he came to beone who annihilates with such impunity He appears your friend, butthe Saint hides many Satans He's contemptuous, you knowof your Godgiven stupidities He calls you in question withaffected modesty and createof you an object of derision You think him to be pariahwhom company does exclude But in the midst of all frenzy He is - feasting in a transitory mood Passion is a strict lord He is also its humble slave When bereft of common ways, He strides before you on water He makes clowns of kings,charm the guests, rides the ball Is the master of disguise Prince of the thousandfold facethe charming jester's smilewhich invites reason to demiseand imaginations rise Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen Somewhere night and day between Is the master of disguise
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