1999
There’s an angel at my table
there’s a devil by my side,
which one should I follow,
I just can’t decide.
The angel passes me some bread,and jesus blood a brim-full cup.
The devil whispers in my ear
a warning: don’t give up.
Don’t give your life to such such a nerd,
there’s more to life
let me be heard,
you don’t have to give up fun
come with me
live life on the run.
The angel with a gentle smile
passes me an A-4 file
with all the evil in the world
written down,
the myths unfurled.
He says all this is down to him,
no need to read
just take a skim,
and take a look at what he does
then come on back to the lord above.
Then the devil angry now,says He’s a liar,
I’ll tell you how.
Look at the church and all it’s done,
there are millions on the run,
from bullets,
bombs and all the rest
because they think their god is best.
There are women in the church
trampled down in the search,
for godliness and all things pure,
by male religious leaders,
and more.
There are starving children on the streets of Rome,
while the pope sits in his stately home.
Christianity’s done it’s best
to destroy the religions of the rest
of the world.
The devil relaxes,
his wings unfurl.
He stands there looking mighty proud,
and says very clearly and very loud,
I’ve never pretended to be good,
I enjoy life it’s understood.
But that old hypocrite called god,
sits on his throne,
I find it odd.
Just plucks an angel off the shelf
He doesn’t even come himself.
And then he claims he wants your soul,
I don’t think so,
Very drole.
Now the angel, who was plucked from the shelf,
was angry enough to grow horns himself.
He says Come on devil,
let’s be straight,
this place of yours is a place of hate.
It’s full of fire,
and hell and high water.
A place of constant slavery and torture.
Now it was the devil’s turn to laugh.
He says You’ve never seen my gaf,
you just beleive all of god’s lies.
The devil relaxes,
his tail unwinds.
He’s been doing this forever,
although I admit he’s very clever,
to send his lying, bastard son,
to spread the word, the death of fun.
Heaven, now really,
I wouldn’t be seen dead there.
Says the devil as he pulls up a great big red chair.
He sits on back,
puts his hooves on the table,
and says I’m going to have fun as long as I’m able.
And the place to do it quite frankly is hell,
and that is something that god knows well.
That’s why he spread the lies
about the slavery and flames,
and all the other preposterous claims.
My home to be honest,
is a hell of a place.
Says the devil with a hint of a smile on his face.
Andy Duggan
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