Maybe

God created, the problem himself,

Asked us for a change, to fix ourselves,

When truly what he gave,

Was  the body of a soul,

To put all the sin into,

And then, we ate of it.

Are we not what we eat,

Do we not need to judge?

Are we just a little human,

Like the old one that sold?

Are we all not a little dark,

And a light into ourselves,

A trouble at the core,

Trending to chaos?

When at birth,

We’re but two single cells,

Created in white purity,

And merged to forge the steel,

That sharpens each day our sword,

To pierce the heart of darkness,

The body should unite,

The one but only darkness,

The light inside alright?

And if we are to be,

The ending of it all,

Should we not just jump,

At each and every call?

So when the demon comes,

It comes from mind within,

And if it starts outside,

Does it not start also in?

And if we’ve heard it out,

Could it just let it be,

Because my heart’s so troubled,

By something small as thee,

Little faith you have,

Little bread to eat,

In the timing of it,

All it does is repeat.

And should it not unwind,

While we wait for it,

The wisdom that he broke,

Just to make us eat?

And yes a healthy dose,

Of truth it surely hurts,

But without pain I notice,

This mundane could be worse.

And only time will tell,

If the power should come back,

To counter our own magic,

At each little crazy hack.