A soul was traded for life.
He would forsake,
as he walked toward the burning lake,
his soul for life,
what had appeared to be a menace
and arrogant extravagance,
was in substance a reasonable transaction,
life for death,
eternity for breath,
his life was a loan to be paid in time,
he had already lost purpose,
the exchange was made,
an odd trade,
as the devil waited for him in the shade
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