Can you see
what evil sees?
Be they green, blue, hazel
grey, brown
Sitting superior to a grimace
misconstrued as a smile
In front of an intellect that preys
the prey will pray before him
Below him
Above him
No less preying
Slaying with grandeur swiftly
And constantly
consistently
to not delude
Shiny glittery magical
mystical trinkets only masked by
pinny dolls
But they don’t see
what evil sees
Only doing what it is told
Hands on the warm-blooded
naïve
The lids only closed in times
of pleasure
Devoid of sounds
Grimacing above the menacing
Menacing while grimacing
Sometimes
even with an audience who performs
baptisms
confessionals, rituals in closets
And trust does see what evil sees
Though stupidity overshadows
faith