This Grace

Devilish and cunning, some just plain cunniving;
I have gathered pretty much enough to be hating,
so much so that I sometimes find it hard to be loving;
gestating then my conscious emotions from petrifying,
raging the demonic strongholds I would now be holding,
after all the setbacks a devil could make me to enduring:-
cheating, lying and killing with a ghastly fiendish smiling
even when I have seen through all your terrible disguising.