𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕

I sold my soul.
You see, it was all I had to bargain with.
My family was starving,
And the coming cold of winter
Would only make it worse.
I am not Faust,
I struck no deal for power,
I only damned myself
So my family could live.

I met him at a crossroad
Some dark December night.
He came to me with hand outstretched,
Offering his help.
I am no fool,
I saw his true nature straight away.
But my desperation won over my logic,
And I struck the bargain
For my family's survival.

Is that a crime?
Wanting for my family to live?
I had accepted my fate.
Eternal damnation in the flames of Hell
Was a small price to pay
For my family to survive.
Besides, perhaps I could outwit him.
In the stories it's happened.

I felt like Eve,
Biting into that sweet forbidden fruit,
And cursing all of humanity.
Is this my original sin?
But it isn't the same.
I'm making a sacrifice for those I love.
Or so I believe.
And so I sold my soul.