Today I met the devil
He was a determined old fisherman
Barring an uncanny ressemblance
To a honest man, in the same boat.
He told me how hell works
handing me one of his fishing rods
"There's a technique to this
their souls, become mine", he said
"First you must sacrifice"
He pushed a worm on the hook
Dark burgundy trickled off into his words
"Gotta be something they want"
He casted the bait out
And almost immediately he reels in
The catch was huge
But he left it in the water and cut his line.
"Its all in the technique
The first lives to show the others
It will be ok if -they too- bite"
He said smiling, casting out again
Bites follow right after another
As he was reeling in many large fish
He kept throwing them in this blue bin
So many fish, there couldn't be more room
"Last fish, its always the one i began with
It still believes it will be ok"
He ripped the fish up from the water
I couldn't help but stare at the bin.
"The biggest key is making sure
They don't see your the one pulling the strings.."
I opened the giant ice box to see
My dead body next to the heads of my comrades
I shouldn't have made that deal..