''The Deal'' Poem by James Branson

The day is cold let this story be told of a old tall tale, of a man who sold his soul. Wanted the world and everything it got his wish was granted also problems none stop. More money then you can believe unhappy you can see, thats what happens when the devils concieve. Sold my soul I confess I said yes to a deal that I thought was best. How, do I get out of this mess? I ask the man evil as he can be, the devil laugths and said your soul belongs to me. This deal is seal this is not a dream your soul is mine theres know chance to redeem. Another stranger came along we started to talk, this is what he said, '' life is funny how it spins its wheel'', remember one thing my son this deal is not for real, I look at him odd, he smile at me, hello I am god, your in trouble I see. This wish is not real I will put it to end, just remember next time don't make a deal with a devlish friend.