Poor Soul

The Devil asked for my assistance He asked for my soul I gladly said yes When He scanned my soul He told me no I begged and begged for Him to take my soul But all He would say is no I pleaded and groveled And begged some more But all He did was say no once more So I asked why He would bother me for my soul then refuse And He smirked and said "Well it's already in use." For I said,"Yes, by me!" "Who else could it be!" He chuckled and claimed it was in God's hands So I climbed up to the heavens And barged through the gates To talk to this Man Who stole my fate I yelled,"Give me my soul!" "So I can do as I please." "Don't we all have free will!" "Or is it merely just a dream you feed." So as He sat there High in his might He stooped to my level And gave me a fright He talked so gently But it filled the air He closely whispered "Because I care."