Some time ago on a dark desolate path a deal was made with the devil. A deal sealed with fire and stamped with the blood of unforgiving souls. At the time it all made sense. Life is sacrifice. My fate presumed immortal but instead consumed all of its innocence. The world quiet on all fronts with everlasting power at my bequeath. I believe in my decision. At the time. At the time. But it all changed. First the heart. Strong on the front but weak in the end. Full of substance yet lackluster in depth. Then the brain. Regaled in high esteem but turmoiled in truth. Full of wit but eventually dumbfounded. Then the body. Powerful in thought but pruned in reality. A distinguished core full of inevitable frailty. A man made a deal with the devil. And he paid a wage worthy of scripture. A price deemed no sale. A fee equivalent to pi. There is no happy ending here. Revelations is already written. The handshake already made. The price already paid. God be with us and also with you.
