Modern Crossroad Demons
The new crossroad deals
I sold my soul to the Crossroad Demons
Not all at once
Piece by Piece
Little bite sized chunks
Small enough to not notice at the time.
Just like in the stories
The demons lied
"Just one more time" they said
"This time brings success and fortune" they promise
More little bites gone.
Now my life is spent
in service
to these demons
New promises I dare not believe
No end it sight
The demons no longer wait
at the crossroads
They wait in comfy boardrooms
Expensive, tailored suits
Looking at their stock portfolios
And selling students souls across empty tables
But now they call the deals, "loans"
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