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I sold my soul to buy a treasure
Hidden in a chest,
Embracing sin to wear her pleasures
Pinned upon my breast.
The brigands came to steal my wealth
With hunger in their eyes,
I gave my blood to purge their filth
And justly kept my prize.
The fires came to cleanse my soul
By kindling my hoard,
But I ran in and tasted hell
That it might be restored.
When all the trials had finally ceased
I went to feed my lust—
Alas! My greed was not appeased;
The chest was full of dust!
Alas! I gave my soul for this!
For this the flames were tasted!
I ventured life upon a wish
And everything was wasted!
Now that the time I’ve had is spent,
I see ’twas all in vain;
’Tis too late now to reinvent
The story of my pain.
But in my loss ’tis God I find;
He gently takes my hand
And shows me that with dust like mine
He once created man.
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