The soul market

 

On the still days of clarity

The unimportance of the trivial reveal

We sell soul for 40 hours

Hello to the end of it all

 

Be me say you to you

Your insides say I am a muse

Your outside says I am society rules

And then comes the end of it all

 

Alone you will go you must know

So here and now you must blow forth

Create magnificent things

Die not full at the end of it all

 

Blister, palp, shudder you

harness the udder

Grab hold and control

 

Before the end of it all

 

A tired man welcomes the end

A happy one hopes there is no end

The one who gives all

Knows there is no end to this all

 

 

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