Look in the eyes of who has hidden amidst our ways
Of the events as they unfold, one whose existence is untold
Never has one suspected to be a prisoner of his hold
The one who deceives us into thinking he will always fold
Waiting for the right moment to ensnare us into suffering
Whether by word or act, or even by our thinking
Never sleeping, always present beyond our dreaming
If one is to be aware of him, he is worse than your imagination
Waiting for us to be at ease for him to strike without warning
Perhaps it is why one is to uphold one’s own faith in the Almighty
For one is never outside of the machinations of the world
Where temptation and resolution collide
In the ever present war of existence
