MEPHASTOPHILES

Can’t blow kiss to sea
From a balcony
Can’t stop my staring
At your lottery

The devil, you see
Has no time for me
For this I am blessed
‘Cause I’m just like the rest

Silent tragedy
Is just gravity
Spares only the ones
Who sacrifice their son

Clinging clumsily
To the cold coffee
Of possibility
Of Mephastophiles

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