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Repent

His soul was dark
And so he knew.
Deals had always worked,
Yes even with the Devil.
For now, no way out,
Unless he found time
To repent,  
A word he did not know,
So a long time  
In the prison of his mind
Mind - worse then Hell -
He would spend.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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