Stolen Soul

The darkness surrounds me,
I knew I was lost.
I was being pulled deeper and deeper,
But wanted to be saved no matter the cost.
All at once I saw a face,
Nothing I've ever expierienced.
Not human–not of this race.
The face smiled and looked straight at me,
It said, "I've come to bargain so make your plea.
I know you are hurting, I know you're in pain.
I can take that away and you can be happy again.
You can have riches; you can have gold,
Ask me anything–Oh, come on be bold!
For I am the devil and I want your soul.
You pray to your god for help but he does not hear.
You are already lost!
For I am the devil and I have already stole your soul!

By Pamela Sutton

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