I can only laugh at their folly.

     I can  only  Laugh  at  their    folly

I   can  only  laugh  at  their   treacherous

Villainy   of  folly  blinded  by  vile  avarice

going  to  land them  in quagmire

Of   retribution ; can  I call it

Incarceration of Souls, their souls

Cuffed  by  masquerading  fears

Of  uncertainty, Devil’s upper hand

Unseating   those; they   go into  Hiding.

Sun  creeps in   as if  bursting

 of clouds ,generously warming up:

quick   bouts of  Revelation.