A year ago I stopped believing in the devil…and I've been fearless ever since.
Light and darkness are now like oil on a wet ground…and I'v been enveloped by a rainbow ever since.
An everlasting dawn, and an enduring dusk…I've lived like it's my first and my last, cherished every moment ever since.
Once that first leaf fell, the rest twirled down too. New leaves have grown…and I've bore much better fruit ever since.
< uhm…whatever, I guess>
Not sure I took the devil seriously even as a Christian. The way I looked at it at the time, if Satan can do nothing unless we "give place" to him ... then we're in the driver's on that one. I never understood all this superstitious fear and loathing of Satan, this cleansing of houses and binding of spirits and so forth that some fundamentalists get into. Those people tended to talk more about Satan than about Jesus, and thus, to believe more in Satan.
Of course Satan and Jesus are equally fictitious (well if the Jesus mythos is based on a real person, Satan is even MORE fictitious) so ...
Exactly