I Remember The Day I Shook Hands With The Devil

May 28, 2017

Written by Capt McNeely

Georgia Division ZADF Twitter: @ZADF_ORG

I remember the day I shook hands with the Devil

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The grip was weaker than I expected, but I still could not – did not pull away.
His fingers wrapped around our palms slapping together chilled to the core of my soul.
His grip grew stronger more comforting with each stroke as I signed the contract.
The Demon I refused to let go until it was signed…I didn’t let the letting-go happen…
As he held my right, I offered my left hand for the contract-signing blood to be drawn as my right was wrapped in the shake.

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A scoff burped from between his jagged teeth and with a shake of the head he pulled out another vial full of the blood of all the people I know and love.
For the first time I hesitated, but a quick squeeze of my captured surrendered hand and I submitted again and dipped the pen.
A large feather, a quill that Satan produced, soaked up the blood of my family and love. 
With their blood, the ones I would hurt the most, I sealed their pain for my own desires…they have never recovered.
I signed away their lives, especially the one person people I love the most and did it forcing a smile and still not letting the letting-go happen.

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