Religious Fervour
I’ve faced my demons and without guiltMade most of them wet their pantsCertainly not with kind words and understandingBut with steely glare and fixed gazeArms crossed and irretractable resolve Making Beelzebub blubber incoherentlyMaking Lucifer look anxiously for a safe spaceMaking Asmodeus reluctantly wear a condomMaking Belphegor run a marathonAnd making Satan admit he wears adult diapers Such is the strength of faith and convictionTemptation will wilt like a weed whenThe Angels guide like runway lightsOn the foggiest of nights