(quot;No this face is only a mask a wicked ornament, Illuminated by an exquisite grimace, Look and
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see, atrociously contoroled, The real head, and
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the sincere face Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies.quot; - Charles Baudelaire )
He is profanity in sancititys guise An alias assumed I do recognize In their eyes , his cause - when enticing and
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cunning in impact is still a criminal and
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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 Hes contemptous, you know of your Godgiven stupidities He calls you in question which affected modesty and
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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 thousand
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fold face - the charming jesters smile which invites reason to demise, and
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imaginations rise Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen Somewhere night and