Mining pennies from the well of despair,

it came to me there,

making promises,

offering me a way out,

free of my past,

free of my sins,

a deal it said,

one signed in blood,

I sat there,

soaking in my own shit,

despising everything I was,

it promised me again,

it said my past would be gone,

and no longer would I need to dwell here,

it promised it would be so,

I didn’t think again from that moment on,

I made the deal,

I sold my sin,

and now,

I suffer within,

someone else’s skin.

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