Then, you turn away from me; Yet, I glean the tiny grin That distorts the holy countenance, You inveigle to achieve. I, now, perceive the hidden malice That you so enshroud with tears. I'm tempted to call you out On your disgusting little sin; But, I'm about to sleep; So, I ignore the whispers, Screaming remonstrances in my ear-- Again, permitting the spread Of malevolence within my sphere. "Permitting Evil" Then, you turn away from me; Yet, I glean the tiny grin That distorts the holy countenance, You inveigle to achieve. I, now, perceive the hidden malice That you so enshroud with tears.
