The Contract


Come. Sit. Listen. And heed my warning well.
Think twice when you hear a knock at the door,
The night you answer it, is the night you dine in Hell.

For many, many years this story you will tell,
The events of which will surely sound like lore.
Come. Sit. Listen. And heed my warning well.

Behind that door, a demon! Spitting words not unlike a spell,
Whispering temptations until you can resist no more,
The night you answer it, is the night you dine in Hell.

Lies and Fantasies this demon will try to sell,
Unrelenting. Until he gets what he came for.
Come. Sit. Listen. And heed my warning well.

To all who answered the demon, great misfortune befell,
Don't sign his contract--for you don't know what's in store.
The night you answer it, is the night you dine in Hell.

It may seem like his deal, in good intentions dwell,
But there is a price--your soul--that evens the score.
Come. Sit. Listen. And heed my warning well.
For the night you answer it, is the night you dine in Hell.

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