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Something evil is brewing
Join Date: May 2005
Posts: 139
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Felt like getting high tonight, but lacked the drugs
so I decided to get down... and drunk at alan's pub
I found a round table, figured to spend the night
Took a long drag, noticed how smoke bent the light
I had been there nearly twenty minutes, when he arrived
He walked up, so coy, and took a seat by my side
Another drag
He leaned over the table, as he began his proposal
I leaned back in my seat, but wanted to push him over
But lacked the fighting mood, so i took another swig
His harsh voice scratched, "you need a lover, kid?"
I looked in his dark eyes, brown with a hint of red
He stared hard back, trying to find what's in my head
He continued his platform, "Way make up a scene
What do you want, kid? Power, money, to marry a Queen
and become a king? Or a dictator of hundreds of worlds?
What'll it be, kid? The choice really is yours
You've been living a bad enough life, drugs and booze
STD infected crack whores and minors hugging you
You've beat many men, a handful almost to death
Plus you're already dying, with smoke in your breath
You'll never make it to heaven, you'll see me soon indeed
So why not make things easier, and get something out of me?
Whatever it is - women, power, money... all in your control
Whatever you want, and the only price is your soul"
He hung over the table like a cliff, on his last step
I motioned to the waitress, that she'd retrieve my check
He noticed and churned, with a bit of anger in his eyes
I motioned for him to relax, and then I told him why:
"I've been waiting for you, probably years in fact
Waited for sorrow and death, but never feared the last
Found sorrow in time, and it appears death is here
I wrote my eulogy long ago, but the letters smeared
into abstract shapes, stenciled like caligraphy
Looked my lies in the eye, only to stare back at me
You promise riches or fame, you offer power or women
For my soul you propose the world, without any limit
To a mere man, that would be an enticing offer
And in truth, I would ask for one, but already wronged her
If you'd found me four years ago, my soul would be sold
Two years from now I would have said no, having someone to hold
And now at the present, the answer's the same as the first
I'd gladly give up my soul in exchange, it lacks worth
Tell me where to sign, I'll take a drunk life and mile of high
Have my soul, just promise me that I'll smile when I die"
X Charles White ,
The contract was finished, after his name had been sighed
Three months later Charles white died...
with nothing but a tear in his eye.
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