Mr. Satan, Sir.
The tapping of his shoes to a joyful melody. Top hat tilted sideways in a sense of verily. This harmless, gentle sight is also "the enemy," his arms wide open with a sense of serenity. This Prince of Lies will make one's misfortune a treasure, manipulate God's pain and turn sins into pleasure. This gentleman soars low for his wicked endeavor. His soft, calming smile makes deception look clever. He will fetch you a chair, and velvet curtains will rise Center stage, spot light, no noise, merciless,chaos dies turns snakes into doves, you're deliriously surprised It's mustard-seed effort, whistles and bells, tricks and lies Curtain call, he takes off his hat, bows and you are awed the audience cheers, lights fade in, you stand to applaud his slick moments and kind embrace can never be flawed and there is a moment in time you think he is God One doesn't see him coming, and calls him by his name, he'll rip apart the soul, burn it in et...