It is interesting being the devil
You try to be nice
And not stir up trouble
But then they ask about your horns
And stubble
You do your best to ignore them
To not burst their bubble
You sit and stand
All day long
Trying to reprimand
The evil you've done
It wasn't me or you
But we were selected to take the fall
Without hesitation
Without much thought at all
You worked hard
to build a home
A place where equality is nurtured
And starts with the soul
It's a home for those lost
So they can take time to find
That they are not the devil
They have strength
The strength of The Kind
We don't kneel to the big boss
Because they rule the crown
It's not for those in the clouds
But those firmly planted on the ground
For those who have been shrouded in shame
For those who wouldn't even utter the name
It's a home for those who have suffered from the tiniest trepidation
That they too are seen as the devil
Without any reason
Without justification
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