Faustian Bargain

The selling of the soul A conscious act Surely well negotiated Deliberate pact But what if it could be Accidentally made For momentary glory Or getting laid The price too high Small print too small We've heard those excuses We've heard them all You sell your soul When you cross the line You always know From the tingle in your spine You are getting something You are not owed There's a price to pay Your soul has new abode Good old Faust Knew how to strike a deal The majority however Barely trade for a meal Listen to your language When you say 'I wish' You may get granted A seat in the abyss What would you do For all you desire Perhaps give some thought To the eternal fire The selling of the soul So well thought through Surely well negotiated Silly little you...