Like Robert J I sold my soul,
It wasn't 4 fame but 2 cut a hole.
It wasnt at the crossroad,
And no horned Satan glowed.
Just a plain man in a suit,
But that bloke sure chat cute.
That slick speaking devil n me,
Signed a contract we agreed.
I jus wanted 2 protect my death.
So I sold an ounce of my flesh.
Definitely no hell for me,
So there was no nd 2 plea.
For wen I croak not to go to hell,
He had me under some spell.
There was no blood, no pain,
And yet no one can explain.
Ambulance men confused,
Dox N nurses all bemused.
All the old Chaplens here,
Have been bent on my ear.
Saying he's a evil trickster,
There's no kind of quick fixer.
Must b a psychotic break,
Or maybe a schizo mistake.
But why won't u believe,
If u finally received.
A visit from ur deity,
Don't u believe wat u see?
A visit from the Devil or God,
R u trippin wat do u find odd?
Jus hallucinating ur belief,
Or ur religiosity is jus disbelief.
So don't doubt my sanity,
Wen over half the planet agrees.
That those opposites exist,
Maybe my contract still exists?
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