Redemption
As he lit his final cigarette from his box,
He stood near the balcony,
Looking as far as his eyes could see,
Trying to fend off his mind from the ghost of his past.
With each puff that he let go,
It seemed like a load off his shoulder,
Trying to see past the smoke into his fate,
Just trying hard to undo a mistake that made him this way.
With a heart as big as the Grand Canyon,
All he wanted to do was to keep the people that mattered happy,
Not knowing what would it cost him,
Or even if the people were worth it.
Just when he thought he had everything sorted,
His life went down a downward spiral,
Never could he have believed,
That his soul could have been bought.
One small mistake did put him through a lot of trouble,
With his heart ripped out from his soul,
As per the deal that he had made
Searching the land for a shelter.
Lucifer had done well to train his minions,
Preparing them to be his agents of mischief,
And us humans to be his victims,
Selling our souls for the worldly pleasures.
I did the same with her,
Trying hard to make myself a part of her life,
Playing whatever card was possible to get a chance to spend some time with her,
Only to realise that he had to rat out his friend.
So was her charm that he had done whatever she asked,
From the sacred secrets to the facts that no one knew,
He was his friends aide only to turn into the first hammer strike that knocked him down,
Worried of what he had done,
Trying hard to undo his mistake,
Only to see that there is no going back,
With a crumbled sou of his dreams and desires in his hand,
A tear was the only thing that he could shed.
When everything else failed,
He met a person who was lost,
In the very maze of life,
Just as it seemed a sign to redeem himself.
As he today becomes the a man greater than me,
I sit at the backseat,
Just waiting for them to see me through,
To see the road to redemption I had to go through.
As I today stand in the balcony,
Smoking my last cigarette,
Thinking about the things I had to go through,
To buy my soul back from Lucifer.
Or even if the people were worth it.
Just when he thought he had everything sorted,
His life went down a downward spiral,
Never could he have believed,
That his soul could have been bought.
One small mistake did put him through a lot of trouble,
With his heart ripped out from his soul,
As per the deal that he had made
Searching the land for a shelter.
Lucifer had done well to train his minions,
Preparing them to be his agents of mischief,
And us humans to be his victims,
Selling our souls for the worldly pleasures.
I did the same with her,
Trying hard to make myself a part of her life,
Playing whatever card was possible to get a chance to spend some time with her,
Only to realise that he had to rat out his friend.
So was her charm that he had done whatever she asked,
From the sacred secrets to the facts that no one knew,
He was his friends aide only to turn into the first hammer strike that knocked him down,
Worried of what he had done,
Trying hard to undo his mistake,
Only to see that there is no going back,
With a crumbled sou of his dreams and desires in his hand,
A tear was the only thing that he could shed.
When everything else failed,
He met a person who was lost,
In the very maze of life,
Just as it seemed a sign to redeem himself.
As he today becomes the a man greater than me,
I sit at the backseat,
Just waiting for them to see me through,
To see the road to redemption I had to go through.
As I today stand in the balcony,
Smoking my last cigarette,
Thinking about the things I had to go through,
To buy my soul back from Lucifer.
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