i just swallowed a dreaded mouthful
Of the forbidden air
It was part of his (the devil's) dare
I'm bound to feel scournful
My body will turn frail
And my soul will fry
To my conscience i cannot lie
That I did put it up for sale
Tears of death will follow
I will soon be released
His wish will then be appeased
Leaving my soul so hollow
Go away because you are next
Or you will suffer on my behest
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