Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed —
But tens have won an all —
Angel’s breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee —
Imps in eager Caucus
Raffle for my Soul!
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed —
But tens have won an all —
Angel’s breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee —
Imps in eager Caucus
Raffle for my Soul!
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There is a battle in my soul between heaven and hell.