The Devil Doesn't Want Souls
I was reading "The Club Dumas" by Pérez-Reverte & had to ask myself:
would I bargain with Satan?
Not philosophically either - I mean a real barter with Ole Scratch himself.
I don't know what she wants and I'm not entirely sure what I'd want from her.
Money is easy come/easy go, fame only lasts for 15 minutes, and people only love their dream of you.
On most occasions - when I'm not ready to kill myself - I'm pretty peaceful & serene so I don't need that.
Safety & security (like everything else) is an illusion.
Material things break (like hearts) & never heal (unlike hearts).
And I'm pretty fucking sure that I don't want to live forever.
Besides, what do I have to offer anyway? My soul? My worship? My body? My mind? My love...
The Devil can have my love.
Since love is a gift to be presented unconditionally & w/ no expectations, there will be no deal, Samael.
You may have my love gratis.