The Between Poem by Jessie J. Rivera

I was willing to cut a deal the the devil, but do not know what my soul was worth.
Neither does god, he is too shelfish, just holds on to what I have been searching for.
His angels glide down, to greet me with their life of grins.
As demons crawl up, and supply me with love of sins.
Economics are well, both, in supply and demands.
Never payed tribute, to god's ten commands.
Confessions of addictions.
Addictions to confessions.
I am the devil and god, split into both.
Take me life is the price, wait to be sold.