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‘New lives for old’, I kept aloud
A trade that bespoke temptation
O’er tulle windows of crowded alleys
I scavenged with a strange fixation
A frail heart, a meek disposition
Almost anything would perfectly do
I had a city at my mercy to plunder
Oblivious to a fate, they had no clue
I bought the spirit of the wily woman
Who wanted to be forever young
And that man who cheated and swore
Got lashed away by my smooth tongue
As I went about collecting all these
Thoughtless, selfish and pitiable souls
I made a mental note to myself
The Devil is the ‘king of the trolls’
And then I met HIS tranquil gaze
Of the FATHER, HE was the begotten son
HE was willing to forego for their sake
A swap that seemed to me like fun
And so the barter was duly made
With HIS blood HE signed the deed
As all the lost souls were set afree
The Devil was yet to pay for his greed
I scorned HIM at HIS poor choice
Said that HE was a fool indeed
HE replied in a calm authority
My heart for my people bleeds
I told him that they weren’t worth
A new penny or an ounce of gold
HE smiled, looked me in the eyes
Something snapped my heart of cold
Suddenly, the brilliance of a thousand suns
All at once, filled the land of gloom
The heavens opened and angels sang
And pretty flowers were set to bloom
I fell down to my knees in surrender
Repentance urged by the death of a soul
HE then gently took me by my hand
And that’s when I was made whole.

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