Daryl Keener

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  • The Deal

    This morning I watched my last sunrise as a free man

    Though it was beautiful, my soul was stricken

    I did not want to commit to these chains

    The chains that had cost me my freedom

    But when one makes a deal with the Devil

    He must also pay the piper

    There is nothing left but hollowness, an empty shell

    A vessel that once filled with life

    Now holds nothing but death

    I am bound to a new master

    He will use me as he see fit

    For I am obligated to do his bidding

    For one never thinks about the price he must pay

    To live one’s life without regrets

    Only in the end do we realize our mistakes

    But by then the hour is too late


    D. Keener