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Hellish Pacts Are Hellish Judgement
His skin crawls,
When his hand falls.
She cries,
As a little more of her dies.
There's blood on the floor,
He doesn't love her anymore.
Did he ever?
No never.
His nails and fists,
The binds on her wrists.
The knife that sliced,
Then diced.
Carvings on her skin,
Demonic markings of his kin.
She was just a utensil,
In a plan essential.
To call on hell,
With her soul to sell.
He made a deal,
She was the seal.
Necromantic actions,
Godly sanctions.
Reincarnated kin the prize,
They were the devil's guise.
He believes in unfair price,
To those who are not nice.
A girl who's dead,
Her soul was fed.
So Hell's count would decrease,
And Lucifer would release.
The man's kin,
People of sin.
They were reunited,
Only because the man was indited.
		-Jan 07 Sheena Allen