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I Sold My Soul
When I was thirteen I sold my soul
when the devil called me by my sins;
I was young and naive still I answered him
and succumbed to his tempting deception;
I knew what he wanted
and he knew what I craved;
My soul in exchange for a lifetime
of short-term gratification;
Sinning was fun and the high felt so right
How could this lead to a life of pain and suffering?
No worries for me,
I was living the life, careless, wild, and free…
Still I always felt him with me
chained together, a prisoner of sorts;
He’d remain upon my shoulder
quietly enticing me to consume more;
He preyed upon my self-pity
pressured me to indulge when I knew it was wrong;
I was beckoned into insanity
pressured to continue partying on;
I may have the face of an angel
but look inside, it’s clear I’m really not right;
Take a good look in my eyes where my soul used to be
It’s pitch dark, before there used to be light;
And so, an ugly battle persists inside me
an internally torturous fight;
My sins and my soul are at war with themselves
and I am the trophy, the one they delight;
The devil knows I’m no prize to be won
I was an easy target who fell for his evil bargain;
He left me as a boozer, and a substance abuser
With the loss of my soul I'm now a shameful loser....
My heart’s all dried up of the love it used to hold.
Compassion is now absent, before it sympathized with woe.
And where my soul used to be, is now just a vacant hole.
If I could go back in time
I'd avoid getting involved with the beast.
If I could choose the other path
My life would be void of internal fighting.
This nightmare would end.
This battle between good and bad would cease.
Finally, at last, my soul would at rest only with love and peace.
when the devil called me by my sins;
I was young and naive still I answered him
and succumbed to his tempting deception;
I knew what he wanted
and he knew what I craved;
My soul in exchange for a lifetime
of short-term gratification;
Sinning was fun and the high felt so right
How could this lead to a life of pain and suffering?
No worries for me,
I was living the life, careless, wild, and free…
Still I always felt him with me
chained together, a prisoner of sorts;
He’d remain upon my shoulder
quietly enticing me to consume more;
He preyed upon my self-pity
pressured me to indulge when I knew it was wrong;
I was beckoned into insanity
pressured to continue partying on;
I may have the face of an angel
but look inside, it’s clear I’m really not right;
Take a good look in my eyes where my soul used to be
It’s pitch dark, before there used to be light;
And so, an ugly battle persists inside me
an internally torturous fight;
My sins and my soul are at war with themselves
and I am the trophy, the one they delight;
The devil knows I’m no prize to be won
I was an easy target who fell for his evil bargain;
He left me as a boozer, and a substance abuser
With the loss of my soul I'm now a shameful loser....
My heart’s all dried up of the love it used to hold.
Compassion is now absent, before it sympathized with woe.
And where my soul used to be, is now just a vacant hole.
If I could go back in time
I'd avoid getting involved with the beast.
If I could choose the other path
My life would be void of internal fighting.
This nightmare would end.
This battle between good and bad would cease.
Finally, at last, my soul would at rest only with love and peace.
Published 19th Feb 2014
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