I am the one that breathes the air.  I am the one that works.  I am the one that eats.   I am the one your fighting for.

Neither can have me, because neither exists.

Both of you can twist your words to win my affection.  Both of you have an agenda and your purpose is fear. Both of you are figments of a confused populous.

Now if you were to prove to me that both exsist, I would have to say, the devil owns me. 

He doesn't make me feel bad for masturbating, drinking, gambling, and having fun.  He doesn't judge me for the way I look or the music i listen to.  He lets me be. 

He also doesn't mind me being a good person, smiling, holding the door open, watching football on sunday.  All of these things, god doesn't like.