The Devil sold his soul to me.
Red to white turned his cheeks;
I made him blush with the thought that we
Could exist simultaneously.
Your soul, for my soul -
What do you say?
He came with gold, that god of history,
And still he asked so innocently.
It wasn't enough, but I played it fairly -
Soul for soul, just as he always preached.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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