He fantasised about his suicide then mystified by those thoughts
He took a pencil, coloured all the squares and left all the noughts.
He ruminated then brooded then braided his hair,
Stared at the devil and accepted his dare.
The devil stated that he’d reinstated all the Angels back home,
So the man who had fantasised, the devil’s hair he did comb.
Looking into every Angel, every moral and every head,
Is not something for everyone; it’s best left to the dead!
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