Non-profitable Soul


I thought about selling my soul and was it worth it,
Living a life full of fame that's picture perfect,
Or is it a nightmare fame that many cursed with,
Leaving them nothing for gain, but wicked purpose.,

Triple 6 on a puppet, In other words, an "evil Muppet",
It's like a demon hand up it,

Not physically, but it's mind control,
You feel lost on the grind for gold,
From now told til it's time to go,
You in a maze trying to find your soul,
But you already signed the scroll,

It's a quest for greed and self-destruction,
Bringing forth the action of evil self corruption,
You made a bad bargain, no help for nothing,
Life's now is a gamble card dealt for crushing.

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