Religion says, we all have our own Satan
The art of life is, to recognize him/her/it
Satans destroy, if they can
Then it's said, implore God, to stay fit
Satan is there to test
Perhaps, years later, we discover
Satan wasn't the worst, but the best
And was only goodness' cover
It's the one thing we don't know
We're confronted, powerless
To the one who tries to make bow
Those too tired to wipe out a mess
Sooner or later we'll see & hear
Satan is nothing other than
A persistent bird reaching the ear
Focus otherwise we hopefully can
Listen differently is all we can
Shift focus in given environment
May be more heroic than
Just changing the firmament
Because our main lesson is:
There's always a Satan
Succession is their whizz
Flexibility, energy, does straighten
