He whispers in my ear of all he'll give to me
How Hell is not so bad, how he will set me free
He tells me his truth has the golden touch
He gives me a choice, says it won't cost too much
Just my soul, he tells "I have none, never needed one
Death is better than life, an eternity of fun”

I will not listen to him or his tempting lies
I pray for the haunting day that he up and dies
Although he wants to take me down with him
Where all lost souls cry, my fate is not so grim
For he has no soul to be cleansed of its sins
While mine has hope of being washed when the end begins

09/19/2003

Author's Note: In my previous incarnation here at Pathetic, there was a poetry challenge to write a poem surrounding the idea of "Never Succumb - The One On My Shoulder" and that is how this one came to life. JJ

Posted on 09/22/2005
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