Screams of No Reply

Here we are
straped to the bench of hell
how did i get here?
To the devils i was for sell
He walks into the room
with his eyes so cold
how could i be that fool
that has been sold
He pulls out a dagger
and rubs it to my skin
Flames go beyond fire
i wish forgiveness for my sin
The dagger cuts deep
to his strenth i cant deny
Blood fills the wound
hearing screams but no reply
There is now a corpse in the fire
Full of dead and blackness
i am now a demon
as my body is scared and helpless

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