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Meaningless Promises
New York, 1929
A lonely man stands in the centre of a smoking pentagram
A desperate effort to fix his broken life through events and plans
He falls, exhausted, to his knees, bleeds the sacrifice
A carcass, packed in ice, gone to the afterlife
Plunged into darkness, floorboards tremble, smoke fills the air
Red pinpricks of pupils appear, they could kill with stares
His will is impaired, he receives unholy messages
As this dark apparition snarls, and then addresses him
“You’ve summoned me for this purpose, to trade your soul
I’ll make it so, but rest assured that you’ll pay the toll
State 3 wishes… I promise you paradise on earth”
The man swallowed his fear, this had priceless worth
“I want fortune, fame and the woman of my dreams”
“Thy will be done…” The Devil summons a new scene.
In an instant the man sits on a burnished throne
A chalice in his hand, on his head a circle of chrome
Jewels adorned this phantasmal palace, he’s lost for words
Because by his side, beautiful, like an exotic bird
His new wife with emerald eyes and honey coloured skin
Panther black hair, a Spanish whisper which tells she’s loving him
To an open window he walks, arm in arm with his mistress
What is this? The cheers from crowds gathered to witness
His grief is now a subtraction, he feels satisfaction
A life of lounging awaits him; he’ll never come back from
So he believed, but the morale unfolds like serpent’s coils
A demon is never loyal and so this fortune was spoiled
They called it ‘Black Tuesday’ the day the stock market crashed
Currency fell like a stone, value next to nothing so fast
Poverty replaced prosperity, worship turned to heresy
And love became transparent; see how it tears and bleeds
How quickly the Spanish Goddess became a backstabber
Left the house in mad laughter, and what’s the plan after?
The man’s meagre remaining fortune continued to dwindle
And his fame brought resentment from those who felt swindled
A starving mob stormed the palace, blinded by fury
Tore the tapestries, looted in malice, a sign to him, surely?
From rags to riches in one easy step, and now he thinks on this:
A deal with a devil that made a meaningless promise