Soul for sale! Soul for sale!
Does someone need a soul? Do tell!
For the Devil would take it
I couldn’t push it in his hands,
He said, “Boy you must have me mistaken,
I only purchase useful lots of land.”
And dear Jesus wouldn’t buy it
I couldn’t bribe him with two pence of pain
He said, “Son you must have me mistaken,
I only save those souls which call my name.”
Oh, Soul for sale! Soul for sale!
Will anyone take this soul? Do tell!
For the butcher and barber
Both just shook their heads in shame
I guess they have no use for souls
Who give them no great gain
And the King and Queen and peasants
Oddly gave all the same reply:
“What good is swapping souls my friend?
It won’t change your choices in the end.”
Soul for sale! Soul for sale!
Please! Will you take this soul? Do tell!
So I asked the dead poets and Rhyme if indeed
First, this claim was true, and then what I would need
And they all agreed and conveyed to me
That to sell my soul was like not loving you
This they said-
“The actions one takes is never based on the future,
Nor the present-
And with the exception of when unchecked feelings surge,
The history of the memories and eyes of the owner,
Are the two dominate tools used for most common sinners.
So you see why you cannot stop loving that soul?
While the future is bleak, the past overflows!
And you, being you, are in a particular bind,
For better or worse, to the worse you are blind.
And so with only good memories of everyone else
You are bound to love them, though as for yourself,
Seems not so fortunate as it’s your soul you would sell
And for two pence of pain? Come, you’d better listen up well
See, whether or not your soul is crooked or straight
All you can do to improve the choices you make,
Is to not rely on your own strength to carry this weight,
For only by losing your life, eternity will you gain.”
