It was late,
Darkness creeping in.
He felt something inside himself,
Flicker and start to dim.
It was great,
The fun would now begin.
Even though he's lost hisself,
And the devil sat back and grinned.
It was fate,
Nothing left to whim,
He'd sold his soul for fame and wealth,
Now sit back and watch his sins.
Stablishβ’
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