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The Trade

He fell from the graces of God above
By trading his soul for the one he loved
It was shear desperation that fateful day
That compelled him to make this unholy trade

One more night in her loving embrace
One more glimpse of her beautiful face
He felt it would be worth it in the end
Even if from heaven she had to descend

But the Fallen Angel never keeps his word
His deals are shrouded in darkness and often obscured
He lied to the desperate lover at the ultimate cost
And stole his soul which was forever lost

He will feel the wrath of heaven forevermore
As he mourns the love he longs to hold once more

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