Lucifer looms over me, tall and proud
his business suit sharp and loud
offers his deal, a meal and all my hearts desires
if I just sit back give my soul and cower
The paper lay in front of me
the fountain pen and ink an affront I see
really needs my blood for this autograph
this was the point where I had to laugh
Would I trade my soul for money, fame a new flame?
the place inside where my words are framed, again and again
the part that gives me power, to be strong to belong
without my soul id be no one
I tore at the contract
felt it burn away on contact
said my final piece, shark like smile fades in disbelief
never in this life would I bend on one knee to this being of mischief
He vanished in a puff of smoke
the sulphur smell lingered strong, I choke
our meeting may have been brief
but its ending was a true relief
Thank you for reading,
Kyle.
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