An overdose of exaggeration is completing the evil
delivering the devil at her door, waiting…
As she is putting on her best clothes
She begins to have an undoubtedly sentiment,
while life uncovers its punishment in her mind
That she never had eyes to understand
how affairs like hers could throw her over the heaven
If she’s dead.

She wants to apologise, but the devil is quickly to rage
For a lost soul to accept defeat has no time anymore
And has the obligation to open the door prepared
To use the fear that she created, to fear it next.

There is no one there, her long dress raged of beauty
Where the devil should rest awaiting to claim her soul
Was a new morning with kids passing by her fence
And cars honking, with drivers screaming at her dress.

I should stop here with joyful rhymes, as we all expect
But she threw out her dress, being ecstatic, screaming
between car accidents and flipping off the kinds or dogs
The devil at her shoulder says hello, watching her naked body
falling down the stairs.

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FIN

Roberto Palu