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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wealth you seek, hmm let me decide, Ok let’s trade, work out a fair price, Sometimes I can be quite extortionate, This special case, perhaps very nice. Depends weather, you please me, Better be good, for our exchange, Though take great heed, in advance, Never am I duped, or shortchanged. Cannot bargain, once the deal’s struck, I make the rules, there’s no way back, Billion dollars, my one and only offer, Yes! you chose wisely, a sweet contract, Sit back relax, we’re almost complete, Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping in touch, Just need to seal, our little covenant, Few moments, you’ll possess so much. My mark, I stamp with my rear left hoof, From you just need, two vials of blood, Be off now, enjoy these new found riches, Can’t promise though will bring much luck. Decade passed, guess who’s here to collect, Enjoyed watching, you squander and spend, That’s all behind! it’s time to settle our pact, Liked your style, frittering every last cent, Be silent beast! for I’m ready to pay, Nothing left to offer, I give you my soul Millions of them, in hell’s vault anyway, Mine must be special, cost a heavy toll. Show contempt, incur the wrath of Satan, Will impale you infernally, upon my horns, Sounds like bliss, fine music to the ears, While at it, swathe me, in sharpest thorns. What sort of person, would endure such pain, Sadomasochist! Know damn well what I mean, So the harder you punish, the more I enjoy, Done homework, you clearly would’ve seen. Not so fast kid, I always run a rigorous screen, Why the samples of your blood, was in need, Turned out we’re family! welcome back home son, A supernatural demon, from my very own seed, Looked on in pleasure, at your filthy whore orgies, Champagne, crack cocaine, whilst eating raw meat, Have to say, what a complete loser, and disgrace, Most unworthiest successor, now inherits my seat. By David Kavanagh
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