my deal with death

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all hope was gone

nothing left to do

so I dealt with death

just to save you

He made a proposition

To good to refuse

and i knew fully

what i had to lose

So the paper I signed

Using blood of my own

Marking the parchment

with a pen of bone

Once it was signed

It faded to dust

I had not read it

For I had given my trust

Then my very soul

He took from me

I gave it willingly

so you could be free

Your life I valued

So high above mine

I gave myself

for you to be fine

Now live your life

Make it all it can be

But never forget

It was a gift from me

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