I'm Sold Out In The Habit Of The Devil

In the depths of the night, in a secluded town
Stood a figure, cloaked in darkness
With a menacing grin and a soul without sound
He beckoned me towards his madness
His eyes were piercing, his voice hypnotic
As he whispered sweet promises in my ear
I stood there transfixed, feeling so exotic
As he filled my mind with thoughts so queer
He spoke of riches and power untold
Of a life beyond my wildest dreams
He promised me things I couldn't behold
But nothing is as it seems
I bit my lip, contemplating his words
My heart racing, my mind in a daze
For in his presence, I felt so absurd
But I couldn't resist his tempting ways
And with a snap of his fingers, a deal was made
My soul in exchange for all he could give
I was blinded by greed, my conscience swayed
And that's how I started to live
I became a puppet in the hands of the devil
Sold out for material desires
My heart grew cold, my morals unraveled
As I drowned in his consuming fires
I was caught in the habit, a slave to his will
In a never-ending cycle of sin
No longer human, just a puppet still
Trapped in a web I couldn't win
My days were filled with endless excess
As I indulged in every sinful delight
But slowly, my soul began to regress
Lost in the darkness, devoid of light
No longer did I feel the warmth of the sun
Or the gentle breeze against my skin
For I was sold out, my journey begun
A prisoner of the devil's whims
My eyes grew vacant, my smile a facade
As I lived in a constant state of numbness
For in this habit, I found no reward
Just an endless cycle of emptiness
But still, I couldn't break free from his hold
For his grip was too strong, his power divine
And every time I tried to escape, I'd behold
His menacing figure, a warning sign
And so I continued, trapped in his embrace
A slave to his will, a prisoner of my own choosing
My life became a never-ending chase
For something that was constantly eluding
I longed for the days when I was free
When my soul was still my own
But now I was nothing, just a puppet to see
A cautionary tale, a heart turned to stone
And as the years passed, I watched my life slip away
My body grew old, my mind even older
But still, I couldn't break free, no matter what I'd say
For I was sold out, a soul in the hands of a soldier
But then one day, as I lay on my deathbed
I felt a glimmer of hope, a spark of light
For I realized that I could still turn my head
And choose a different path, make things right
With my last breath, I begged for redemption
For a chance to break free from this curse
And in that moment, I felt a sudden suspension
As my soul was freed from the devil's hearse
I closed my eyes, and in that moment of peace
I saw a light, brighter than anything I'd ever known
And as I took my final release
I knew I wasn't really alone
For now, I am finally called to rest
In a place of eternal joy and love
And though my past may have been a test
My soul is now set free, with the angels above
So heed my warning, before it's too late
Don't fall into the devil's habit, it's not worth the cost
For in the end, it's your soul he'll take
And all that will be left is your soul, sold out and lost.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
© Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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