Yes If you want to sell your soul say yes The document was in front of me, Floating and edged with fire, As he looked at me and stroked his mustache, The pen with blood ink, It dripped like faucet drops, Thick and hot waiting for the signature After a few minutes I decided, I was approaching to sign, As his eyes turn red like coal Firm and ready, my wish was fulfilled. Now that I sold my soul and said if he exchanged it, I have been happy, I have a wonderful family and wife, a prominent life but my time is drawing near. 50 years of life prosper for a signed paper, it is something inevitable but true, as after signing life changes for the better, time passes slowly and the flavors are immense, the colors of life are unmatched, it is something too beautiful, but with a dark background. Today is the day of the delivery of my soul, I am going to a mountain to admire the landscape, everything that happens in the sky and in the environment is extremely beautiful, I had never noticed it but I want to cling to life, now I am fearful and I believe in a god that I have never seen, but even more in a demon that bought my soul. 11:59 pm my life runs through my mind, it feels like a fast journey from birth to now and I remember an accident, I hear joy and joy, a beep and I saw the light. I don't know what happened, I don't remember anything but I woke up from intensive care for several years, I don't really remember my past life, but something I do remember a doctor with a mustache congratulating me on my recovery. That doctor was the man I signed the document for. Is it a god or a demon? I do not know, but if I know something, it is someone quite known and moved by my recovery. Thank you very much and think before saying yes.