Satan's Lot

I’ve sold my soul
To Satan’s lot
What I got back?
Isn’t what I thought

I don’t make the rules
I’m not on top
Misery and anguish
Is all I’ve got

Buried too deep
In pain and strife
Enough of this heartache
For one short life

How do I get back
And break this pack
Lookin forward
But all is black

Should have read the contract
Read between the lines
Should of, could of, would of
There weren’t any signs

A life of misery
And too much pain
Nothing ahead
Nothing I’ve gained

Pray to God
On bended knees
Bring me back
Save me please
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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June 30, 2009 at 3:49 AM
Ask and you shall receive. You are doing what you need to do. Awesome writing J.B.. Love, Carol
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June 28, 2009 at 7:49 PM
Read, John 14:14 and believe it. I feel your poem, at one time I was there...Karla
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