The devil went down to Louisiana
\nlooking for a place to get a meal,
\nsurrounded by beggars as he often is
\nall imploring him to make a deal.
\nHe rubbed his knee and lamented his fate
\n“I hate my job but it makes good money,<\/p>\n
dressing wounds that will never heal.”<\/p>\n
He picked one out, “God’s favorite I guess,
\nwe’re at the crossroad, state your appeal.”
\n“I’ve searched for money, God, and sex,”
\nMan said, “something, anything, to make me feel.
\nBut still I stand here, empty, numb,
\nspinning round and round that dharma wheel.
\nGive me something to believe in, something true,
\nsomething eternal that I know is real. I’m sick of<\/p>\n
hiding wounds that will never heal.”<\/p>\n
The devil pulled out his contracts, checked his commission,
\nsaid “Prick your finger, sign here in blood, your fate is sealed.”
\nMan stumbled away in pain, leaving a trail of blood he couldn\u2019t conceal
\nas his pricked finger dripped dripped dripped blood forever.
\nThe devil walked on limping, still hungry, didn’t get a meal.
\nHe makes good money but can never find the time,<\/p>\n
too busy making wounds that will never heal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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