If I were Satan I would love you,
Nurture you through half your life,
Quench you thirsts, feed your scarcities,
Cure your diseases, tame your scars,
Give you all your dreams and drive
For you your fast cars I’d offer you.
Then, I would disappear and let you
There without the one who provides
For all your needs, needlesses and fears,
Precisely in the middle of your life.
And if this my argument fails,
My final statement would then be:
If I am Satan, friend,
You are God.
