Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }

51st. My Theory

My Theory

-By Sophia Cac

It was dope,

Having to cope,

About that facts about you, God

They always say you're good.

And that I have been the bad one...

And quickly the argument was won.

I have no proof for my theory

But I always thought that they were weary

About that said-to-be Devil

I have told that I shouldn't ever sink to that level.

Or maybe I had already?

I don't know actually,

I just... maybe I was framed as badly?

To believe that I don't see you as fatherly

As everybody seem to describe you to be.

I oath to say I believe in you, God

You are... the God, after all.

But the course of my life, the theory remains and it's all I got.

And one said to me that, "We are not favored, not all."

Like it was the hurting truth,

And it did hurt.

I have this little theory about the bad and good,

That the devil needs to stay like the goods' should

It's a "Doing the bad things for the good reasons." kind of theory.

I had it in me for a decade, nearly.

And I couldn't bring myself to devote to you, really.

I hadn't had it easy with this theory,

No one believed, even barely.

The theory, it goes like this –

A devil had wanted equal rights,

Was ignored and now been told to live in a hole,

"It's hell in here." the devil said.

All fallen angels moaned.

It was chaotic for a few more decades

But maybe, just think about it.

That maybe the God made a deal with the Devil.

To have this circle,

That one that done wrongs

Should be told to suffer

Upon giving up upon His favor

That the devil shall enjoy the soul

Upon when they have sold them all

To him, to his title of bad

For wanting their rights of goods

And maybe the Devil accepted us upon our call for him,

That he could not help but give

The ones desire that God seems to disagree

I am not speaking for those who murdered,

If you have thought of this poem in such wonder

Nor the crimes of humanity, those unspeakable,

Those things are unforgivable!

No wonder I've been told wrong...

As such theory seems so impossible,

Unbelievable,

But it is what I've owned,

What I've told

And believe on.