The Devil's Heart. Poem by Derrick Andrews

Blackened flames ooze from the barrel of an ancient gun,
With the power and intent to blow up the sun.
Pinpointed aim guides the hell to our light,
Forcing kin and enemies into eternal night.

Pain filled eyes seek the heavens above.
And shout cries of anguish, for the loss of their love.
But the sky remains silent, the cries are unheard.
No sympathy from God for the poor dying bird.

Yet, the hands of a demon reached up from below,
And granted a kindness that no one will know.
It gave the bird hope, even in its demise,
Then shook his cruel head at the ignorant skies.

'I have granted him hope, that his kin shall live strong.
He rejoiced and thanked me, before flying along.
So what, 'Blessed Skies', have you given this dove?
Besides empty promises of salvation and love? '

'I can only give that which you have earned,
Which is why you're a demon, blackened and burned.
You know nothing of Heaven's almighty decision,
So return, foul demon, back into submission.'

'If the decision of heaven is so heartless and cold,
I'd much rather see hell than your cloudy threshold.
I contest that I'm an angel, and you are the Devil,
Your kindness is blinded to an unfathomable level.

Do you not see that you've not even tried? '
'His fate was decided the moment he cried.'
'Such ignorance spewed by the tongue of a God!
I refuse the believe you are more than a fraud! '

'Those who live a good life, shall be rewarded as such,
There is no exception. No 'Weak Sinner' crutch.
You'll die as you lived, for the rest of forever,
You'll be cursed by your sins and your wretched endeavors.'

'But sins are but lessons that help us to grow!
How can you do right if there's wrong you don't know! ?
How can you tell me that your way is right?
And that you're not the Devil obscuring their sight? '

'They walk by faith, and not by sight,
There's no true way to know who is right.
But believing in something just helps them go on,
Even if that something is withered and gone.'

'So what happens to the dove that I helped fly away?
Do you cast him to hell, and forget him today? '
'His fate was decided upon taking your hand,
But what is your name, fulfill my demand! '

'My name is Kira, a demon of sorts,
I regard psychology as the noblest of sports.
And although I'm not holy, I do have a heart.
I piece together what's falling apart.'

'Very well, then tell me, what is your goal?
To attempt to repair every broken, foul soul?
If so than you'll have quite a lot on your hands.
Everyone thinks they're justified when they scream their demands.

So tell me, foul demon, what did you really grant?
A hope that will slide down a spiraling slant?
You've granted him nothing but hope that will break.
How can he believe hope that he did not make?

How can he truly be saved by you forcing him healed?
You've provided him nothing but ignorance concealed!
And for that he will burn. In your hell he will rot.
He will know I'm right, and you're the one who is not.'

'So this precious dove's life is nothing more than a game?
I believe you have brought your 'Heaven' to shame.
You've taken a life that was innocent and kind,
And burned it to favor your hopelessly blind.

You've kicked him into hell because he can't believe
A God that ignored pain, but sins he received.
You taken revenge on his soul now, for what?
To deduce that you're right while he's stuck in this rut?

How dare you proclaim yourself holy and true.
Without proving your words with an action or two.
Yet you wonder why mortals ignore you with pride? !
You're a God that is hidden, yet mocking full stride!

Your existence is null, for you've rescued no one.
You've done nothing but judge souls for what they have done.
When was the last time you helped someone out?
Can you even do that? I'm starting to doubt.

You claim you're a savior, but I think you're lying.
Cause' to me it appears like you're not even trying.
You're the laziest God, 'ruling' over our sphere.
How can I believe, when you refuse to be here? ! '

A cadence arose from the shimmering skies,
Then darkness appeared, to cover the lies.
The demon just stood there, awaiting replies.
And He'll remain there, waiting, til' the day that he dies.