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("No! this is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an grimace,
and see, atrociously contorted,
The real head, and the face
back under the shadow of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

He is profanity in sanctity's
An alias I do realize
In their eyes, his -
enticing and cunning in impact
is a criminal and evil act

So for him vainly,
He, the of magickal nature
He turns unrecognizable to the experienced eye

You obsessively him
to see, that was why he came to be
one who with such impunity

He appears friend, but
the hides many Satans
He's contemptuous, you
of your stupidities
He you in question with
modesty and create
of you an of derision

You think him to be
whom does exclude
But in the of all frenzy
He is - in a transitory mood

is a strict lord
He is also its humble
When of common ways,
He strides before you on
He makes of kings,
charm the guests, the ball
Is the master of

of the thousandfold face
the charming jester's
invites reason to demise
and imaginations
Inscrutable yes, venting his
night and day between
Is the of disguise