Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Lucifir came for a potentate bold. He said “you have had power and wealth untold, Now you must render me your immortal soul”. The potentate sighed, And made reply, “My soul it died, you will find nothing inside. It perished long ago, And vanished like the summer snow.…
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