Misjudge

Clarity escaped reality when the trick played back

Shocked by cleverness as it wasn’t foreseen

your good, but haven’t bested yet

The ace up a sleeve not revealed

But we shall see what lyes behind the poker face

Is it forgotten the loins from which this evil sprang?

Nativity jests and beckons

the act continues baring only survival while playing the victim

The known facts are of virtue that doesn’t exist

By precious vanity to keep

Such a pity it’s not gotten

And good luck with that