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I met a man in my bedroom once

Whom I could not resist.

He wore a plain white suit.

His name was Narcissus.

I offered him my soul

For a taste of worldly fame.

He never replied with words.

That day I still disdain.

I am now a wealthy man,

An author, to some a symbol.

Harder to get a rich man into heaven

Than pass an ocean through a thimble.

And I am now a saved man.

I have accepted Jesus Christ,

But the devil keeps on paying

At each and every roll of the dice.

Restlessly I pray.

The days pass by, on I go,

A servant of someone bigger,

Though just who I do not know.