Many people feel fear When you speak of Evil, Their Bibles clutched dear As their hot hearts chill. A great deal think of Satan With his foul demonic band. Show them a pentagram And most fear their bodies Will be possessed at once By some demonic heathen Looking for his lunch.
But I, having lived a hard life, Fear not Satan’s treachery Or his delivery of strife, Nor the fabled imagery The church once did write. I seldom fear going to Hell And basking in flames for eternity Or not getting a farewell Into a kingdom of just divinity.
Oh no, my mind is quite filled With the brimstone inferno Caused by the wickedly free-willed. Those very individuals Who say they renounce Evil Have beaten me to a pulp For asking to be their equal.
So don’t be naive and let thy name be trod By those who yell "Satan" Only to betray God.