They always told me the devil is bad
“Don’t go looking for trouble,” they said,
“He may seem fun, even just a tad,
“but he’ll doom your soul and steal your head.”

They force us to follow their rules
and intimidate us into submission
if we try to step out of line, they treat us like fools
It made everything feel like a prison

They made promises of a fiery hell
and said to behave or you’d end up there
They said we’d be locked in a torturous cell
I always felt like there was no air

They forbade us from all things fun
and I asked how they could be bad
But no answer came so I had to run
It made them furious, but I was glad

I found flowers behind the forbidden rainbow,
sunshine beyond the darkness.
I found happiness with the devil, although
they told me things would always be amiss. 

So I fear I must play devil’s advocate,
I found love, and it isn’t inadequate.