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. Today I went to Hell, to sell my soul to the Devil. I don't know how it happened, but I wound up buying his. Now I own the tortured spirit of an angel fallen and disgraced. He wants it back so it can't pass auctioned into the wrong hands. The dilemma beckons an answer from eternities waiting hordes. A decision so large the universe holds its breath in chaotic silence. I don't know how it happened but I've ended up becoming the Devil. © Pagan Paul (2016)
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Devils Dilemma
. Today I went to Hell, to sell my soul to the Devil. I don't know how it happened, but I wound up buying his. Now I own the tortured spirit of an angel fallen and disgraced. He wants it back so it can't pass auctioned into the wrong hands. The dilemma beckons an answer from eternities waiting hordes. A decision so large the universe holds its breath in chaotic silence. I don't know how it happened but I've ended up becoming the Devil. © Pagan Paul (2016)
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