“You’re wrong,” my angel told me,
“And I need for you to change.
You need to be less of all you are,
Less fascinated with everything strange.
You’re too sinful and too weak,
Stands tall when you should bow.
And you do so many things,
That I simply can’t allow.
So change now who you are,
My dear, it’s all for you.
So bow down as I command,
I expect some gratitude.”
And when frowns were all I got,
Apart from test and trial.
It’s really not such a mystery,
How I fell for the devil’s smile.