POOR SOUL

POOR SOUL

Nice Pentangle, sorry I destroyed it
I always smash things up a little bit
Arriving like this straight through concrete floors.
It would be wiser to call me outdoors.
So, why am I here? Why would you tempt fate?
Are you degenerate or desperate?
You have some great need, or so it would seem
Raising Beelzebub is dammed extreme.
What do you want. To what do you aspire?
Why do you risk everlasting hellfire?
Lust for revenge through cowardly malice?
Or wealth beyond the dreams of avarice?
The love of a woman who turned you down?
Or fame and good fortune and world renown?
You want to live for all eternity?
You want me to grant immortality?
Don't make me bleedin' laugh! You can't survive!
If nobody died, I could not contrive
Ways to torment them. I'm afraid the price
Of bringing me here is your sacrifice.
I'm sorry your dream ends in frustration.
What would you like before your damnation?
You raised me so you should be rewarded.
Most don't know how. You should be applauded.
But you should want something less ambitious,
Like these Prawn Cocktail crisps. They're delicious.
Rest assured, you're not the first to blunder
Into selling his soul for Golden Wonder.

Arthur 666 Chappell