The Devil's face
One day I went to a devil's place
longing to descry his henious face.
What I felt upon was a mirrror with cline
That arrayed to me the selfish face of mine.
Always set for parties,perfervid to celebrate
Why do you flash phlegmatism,when you are asked to donate?
You need dozens of shoulders even to cry
But you don't offer helping hands whilist someone is about to die.
That day I went to a Devil's place,
And came back unveiling my own face.
