I cannot bear
is it not true?
The devil he hath come for you
atop a horse as white as snow
with fiery mien that brightly glow,
and horns atop his crooked head
demanding for my soul instead
of yours, as black and night and
full of sin and holy tripe?
I shall not listen!
It cannot be!
The devil cannot come for me!
You are the one with wicked eyes
a hundred lives, a hundred lies,
with sins a'many from your days
of beating, cheating and the knave.
when mine, it is as pure as glass,
now only to the devil cast!
Author notes
Disbelief and anger. How even pure souls can be bartered.
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