The Devil Just Sold Out

The Devil Just Sold Out short poem

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The devil probably sold out
Poor guy cut his own wrist
Watched his blood slowly sprout
Guess he’s just trying to rest

The west is burning hot now
A snake pit filled with a lovely lie
The lord hides in a bottle to lie low
Wishes of mankind lost his eye

The east rises with fallen pride
That lingering wish for new life
As the world singes its fading hide
A lost eternity still struggles to strife

The devil sold out, I say
He lost the test of living
Saw the light of a fading day
Saw the lie he’s been holding.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

The devil sold out all his stock and has nothing more to offer, or the devil sold his soul and therefore will make no more mischief. Either way, the world will be a better place, or so they say.


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