why do multitudes
blinker their minds
to existence possibilities
why do a few
write blood contracts
sell their souls
for a few breaths
a few earth years
as power frame idols
worshipped wealth fame
frame lifesyles possessions
sacred soul purchased
for what
eternal sacred
soul
sold
is gone
reduced
to flaming ash
should have taken
infinities better choices
soulless void vessals
ever deneighed light
flaming in earth choice
message phophet eyes
what profit in gaining a world
but losing priceless soul
soul sold on world wide internet
or traditional blood vellum parchment
signed contract in blood upon payment
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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