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Bloodshot eyes

Tarnished teeth

Like nails down a chalk board

Voice chilling to the bone

Shivers down your spine

A master of disguise

Any shape, size or entity

So charming he seems

To come across

Manipulator by heart

Working his way into your sole

Into your mind

Spouting nothing but evil

With a crooked smile

He chokes you from the inside

Offering only one way out

A free ticket to the world of sin

Into the world of sex and drugs

Fun and games

To a life of hate and evil

From where there is no return

Three wishes.

For one simple, "Petty" thing,

Just your sole.

Surly you can live with out that

He hisses his sweet nothings

Persuading you to choose

Anything you want can be yours

He grins, anything you wish for

Slowly breaking you

You debate it

Your sole…

For Three wishes

Anything could be yours

The choice seems obvious

You sign the contract

It's said and done

But something's wrong

You feel empty inside

You feel nothing

You make one wish

Then two, then three

Yet you still feel the same

A "Petty" soul was all it was

For three wishes

And for that you are damned forever.