The farmer'd lost most all he had.nHis crop had failed, his stock went bad.nHe cursed his fate, wife and son.nVowed to sell his soul for dollar one.nnIn disbelief he'd uttered such words.nHe'd hoped and prayed that no one had heard.nWith the smell of sulfur and a flash of lightnAppeared a demon in the dead of night.nnThe plan was for the farmer to signnHis name in blood upon the line.nThey'd meet again to seal the sign,nIn 1840, in seven year's time.nTime!nnThe farmer prospered, did do well.nGood fortune was his story to tell.nStill he pursued the path he feared.nThe time was short, the dark day neared.nnThe seven years had passed away,nNow it was the judgement day.nIn memory of the words he said,nLucifer appear in a flash of red.nnIt's the day I said I'd come for you,nAnd now it's time to pay your due.nI'm here to claim the soul I've wonnTo seal the bargain and take your son! nn