Spying

I sense you lurking and searching, just hanging in the backdrop. Waiting, anticipating a spiritual eavesdrop. My vision is clear, as I only need my first eye. The other two only serve as confirmation of the presence of a spiritual spy. My spidey senses are tingling; the detection alert is on "Red." A schematic reconnaissance is in motion; the subject is carefully read. There's nonstop monitoring and spiritual gazing. With spies listening and peering, For intel and character smearing. Their mission is clear: to steal, destroy, and kill. My! What a baneful bastille. But salvation and freedom of sovereignty reside deep inside. And there is a mighty fight against evil tides. Free will is bestowed by the most high, Meanwhile, dark spirits still lurk and spy.