You'll find me at your nightmare's climax,
And you can barely breathe.
You'll find me when you're devastated,
Desperate for an answer you seek.
I'll give you that answer,
And grant you satisfaction.
Just sell me your soul,
And I'll give you what's in your imagination.
I'll blind your eyes with greed and corruption,
I'll deafen your ears from virtue and redemption.
But don't blame me when you've reached your conception,
You sold and I bought, just like any transaction.
Signed /
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