Misdirection

He’s holding a thought,

And giggling from the throat,

As if having so much fun,

But, he is holding a gun. 

The power of deception,

Is a matter of perception,

It’s fused with a trigger,

Triggering by a tricker. 

A path is simply a path,

If it’s not a choice of psychopath,

People choose the truth,

In the name of God’s faith. 

When he feigned the devil,

As an angel of evil,

She devotes the angel,

Even if the evil-angel is a stranger. 

A mystery creates the hesitation,

Under no awareness of the motivation,

But he knows she’s haunted by;

The disorientation of a perfect lie.