Mephisto Manifesto

At my desk I sat cowering and I wrote
each and every whispered sound and note,
my ears were burning and hair stood on end
as I scripted an unholy manifest for the fiend.

I was writing the names of souls to be burned,
but not until I reached the end had I learned
that last on the list would be a name my own,
and nothing I did, even this list, could atone.