Me and Satan were walking down the street when one of them lost souls come up to us and wanted to hand. I checked the sky, but weren't no angels around, so I shrugged and asked Satan if it was okay and he shrugged and asked me if it was okay and we shrugged at the lost soul.
"Hey, how's life?" I asked.
"It hurts."
"Did you catch the game last night?" Satan asked.
"It hurts."
I kind of smiled a little because, you know, those lost souls, man. "What are your thoughts on the pulling-off of Band-Aids?"
The soul looked right at me and its eyes were dark and deep like a hole and I fell in and I would fall forever and I knew there were spikes at the bottom just waiting all blood and rust. I looked away.
"It hurts," the soul said.
And it does.
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