In the calm before the storm all is concealed
There is serenity and peace of mind before the storm is revealed
The clandestine activity crude as it laughs in your face
The Gnostic gimmick of peace before the mask breaks
Drawn into the illusion of pleasure, beauty, and delight
Then being tossed and consumed in the heat of the night
The calm before the storm creeps in disguise
Then leaps upon its victim in sudden surprise
Unaware of the cruelty that hides in the shadows
Unsuspecting first to the calm then the dilapidation
and destruction that follows
