The Devil
Of course he exists
He who keeps you in hell
When you could be in heaven.
Who keeps you in anger
When you could be at peace
Who keeps you in grief
When you could be dancing in joy
Who keeps you annoyed irritated restless
Banging and bumping through life
When a gentle leaf floting through space
Now fast now slow
Altogether surrendered
You could be.
Of course he exists;
Just look in the mirror.