...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cW1E1ig19cs
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. . It's an easy trap, Common bait, laid between The balance of A bank account. . . I think it's far too easy, nowadays, To sell our souls, far too facile - To lose our sense of inner purpose, Our concordant, little youthful-spirits. . . It's funny, . I always thought I'd meet Mephistopheles When it came time to auction mine - That hell's ruse would be readily apparent: "Sign here, little duck," . "The truth shall be thy warrant." . . In the end, . I sold mine For a grocery list, For bedsheets, For bliss. . . I think what that means Is that it's that which we want most . that will ultimately lend to kill us. . . .
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