golden sandals of hades

The devil only deals in twos, to seperate the mes from the yous, to award those who have paid his dues.
With humans, Satan hates to choose so he leaves us two to win or lose.
For you and I, at our feet both lie, golden sandals, for each a pair.
The devil explained through his gates lived a fire there and with each step the heat, from your feet, your flesh it would tear.
These sandals at your feet, will protect you from the heat but if you've a soul they will be it's final defeat.
The right fills you with sypmathy, the left apathy. Eternity of conflict between pain and sorrow and nothing, constant epiphany.
I quickly did the math, calculated my path and devised to beat the devil's rath. I screamed and I pointed to the corner, bereft and quickly switched my right for your left.
Satan wasn't happy and he thought he might slap me but he still had his game left to trap me.
Around our throats like handles the will of the devil and the threat of the heat of a million candles, we both chose not to refuse his sandals.
He opened the gate and prepared to elate when he realized I had stolen my fate.
With each step you had tears, sorrow for others fears, but your soul was still yours for all years.
I took each step with no care, with no fears of his stare or the grit of his teeth which were bare.
The devil could see he was finished with me as safe from pain as a human can be, the next time he deals there will have to be three..