The Devil told me as I sat legs crossed, in the dreary wheat fields I spend my time

That the world is a dark place, cruel and malicious in its nature, that God merely is a vacant father to his children

The Devil spoke of his disdain; his contempt for God, how he loathed him so

That he was merely only the gatekeeper, that the evil of humanity did not come from Hell, but came from within

I looked with a dreary gaze and said what of evil, is that how you say it is so for this world?

Maybe God never wanted this to be correct, merely a test, a trial on how things would transpire

Maybe he knew all along how it would go, maybe he knew that this moment would come to fruition

Maybe you are God yourself? Dressed in devils skin to mask the sin you will not admit to

Maybe you are afraid of what you have done, afraid to know the dark honesty of all this

Maybe because you aren’t so powerful, merely human, as human as the rest of the world