A gorgeous tall angel meets you at the doorway to hell
A dead ringer for your boyfriend who sprouted wings
He inquires, ''So, you have sold your soul. Do tell
You cannot enter heaven till the old lady sings
I'm here to shelter you from demons that are to possess you
As long as I'm around, the creepy door is not gonna unlock
If I buy your soul back, are you ready to make a start anew?
Unless you follow me, your neck is on the chopping block''
''What am I supposed to do? '' you ask, both petrified, and baffled
The angel motions you to come closer, and wraps his wings around you
His face transforms into a skull, and his last words are muffled
While both of you are falling down into a gaping abyss, you hear,
''I'm dying for you''
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I would like to translate this poem