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The biggest deal made
coming to an end. Unaware of words exchanged contract, couldn't comprehend. Origin from where he came sightless the clue. Memories of when he signed was not allowed to do. Desires overwhelming time dealt its cards so well. Re-shuffle, a consideration the choices none to dwell. Gifts and promises given always through his life. Never wondered why they came accepted all in stride. Friends could have helped indications some had shown. Always not for him to notice the shrewd they had known. Wisdom, kindness they would use friends they never were. The cost multiplying higher then any mortal could endure. Draining all the good- giving up their guilt swallowed the demon did their soul becoming riddled overthrown. Though twenty-one he was he would die before his next. His prognosis never solved diagnosis incorrect. The pain now receding loneliness disappeared anguish melting his heart, vanished the problem was now theirs. Time grew closer tears of death he could taste- "Do not feel sorry for yourself" that is what they did say. Hypocrites they became could not understand the pain rushing into them now- their lives would be drained. All memories erased a trip within a vault he made- all pasts forgotten future decisions, exited the same. They, who he never knew none coupled with relations. Somehow punishment was not enough he disqualified as a savior. They had not felt sorry for him but happen now for themselves. He did feel with reason, it was just the saint he never was. They died alone and afraid the pain stayed 'til the last- reasons of death not given officials couldn't grasp. Every memorial vacant funerals all no shows. The caskets made of ply they lay aside from all. Dead, alone they would stay God only knows the reason why other then the ungodly saint not one utterance can he try. Peaceful? Never allowed the rest- beginning on that first day. A test created conceiving not an end forever mindless, that creature must stay. More years than any angel how and why he did not say- Satan did fear that creature in him hell...another day of play.
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