Satan fell
WE LIVE IN A MYSTERY.
I TELL YOU WHAT WORKS FOR ME
AS BEST AS I CAN SEE.
BUT LIFE MAKES FOOLS OF US ALL.
Alright, shut up, David.
Now, David, you speak.
OK....
where I used to sit
and view the Bless-ed Sacrament.
...All is gone now; gone, gone, gone.
Satan fell like lightening....
I like to mope.
But it is a beautiful parish.
And from there,
I once heard it preached:
"I'm the problem."
It's strong medicine.
But sometimes you need it.
Sometimes, to evade Satan's fury,
just side-step the battle,
admit it, you're guilty. Oh, well.
That's how I see it, at least.
I like getting depressed sometimes anyway.
Why not? Instead of getting bitter,
like my demon, Mr. Bitter,
I'll choose to feel sorry for myself, a little.
I'm the problem! There, I said it.
Leave me alone to feel pitiful.
A little depression ain't so bad sometimes,
is it?
I used to get so upset, up there,
the place of the Blessed Sacrament,
the city where I used to live.
I'd be a one-man army in the streets
some days.
Kind, in the hood.
A menace, on my walks.
It's no way to be, in the long run.
I got chastened by dogs, down here.
Down here, where I now live.
Your anger won't fly
in the face of dumb brutes.
They don't care.
Satan had to get polite or get bit.
Oh well. That's life. I'm happier.
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