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Faustus was an inquisitive man
Obsessed with a burning desire  
To feel see and understand
The secrets of God’s universe
He was not afraid to make a deal
With the power that can make him feel
Omnipotent standing on the mountaintop
With the whole world under his feet
In the Himalayan highest hidden spot 
Enveloped in eerie silence sinking 
In the clouds in full moons shine
He saw the universe widespread
In a plain pattern in front of his sight 
Like a canvas of a primitive artist
Expressing the longings of his heart
In a few simple strokes of a brush
And hectic colors swiftly layered 
On top of each other in a way
He could see the pattern 
Slowly and painfully emerging
Through the surface of abstract
Landscape of shapes and forms
Intertwining in emerging storm
Created by his racing mind 
He can feel his heart beating
In this colorful pulsating pattern 
That was brought to being 
The night he made a fatal deal
For the price, he could not afford
His suffering soul became homeless
And lost forever in the outskirts
Of the abandoned world forever lonely
He desired to reduce the unbearable 
Complexity of the world around
To the simplicity of a human mind
So, he could savor it and understand
In his lonely cell inaccessible to the world
And open only to his racing mind
Not even his heart was allowed
To enter the forbidden realm
Of unknown scary threatening world
That he was discovering slowly
Inside his incognito psyche
Faustus desperately wanted to know
And understand the mysteries 
Of the infinite timeless world
Imprisoning it in his mind 
Like a butterfly flying away
Locking it in the darkness
Of his lonely cold ascetic cell
With glassy eyes staring 
The magnificent pattern of the wings
Of the monarch butterfly 
Getting lost in his own drunken
Desire that made him high 
Like an addict who can’t stop
Just a thought that he is the one
Can savor the secrets hidden from men
In thick darkness protecting him
From anyone else glancing at them
By the morning with light reaching
The window and squeezing inside
Through the metal rusted bars
Of his soul’s prison that he built
For himself the moment when 
He invited dark powers to come
Mephistopheles stepped inside
In white angels' alluring disguise
And collected his ultimate prize
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