If God Were Real
If God were real, she’d pity your soul. It carries the marks and scars you’ve accumulated through your life. No matter how well you tried to heal, they always leave a stain that only she can see. Some have a blemish free soul; no immoral scars left behind. They go to what they call Heaven without a single regret. The others, are sent to the place down below. The place with blue fire and smoke. The place where the devil himself holds the keys.
The devil is a unforgiving man they say. He rules with an iron fist in his kingdom. There are no tears or excuses down below. Everything is as it should be, as it was created to be. They say that God herself plans your destination before you are even born. She careful picks and chooses each battle you encounter throughout your short life. She never makes a single mistake. At least that is what the elders say. Everything is as it is destined to be.
However, you were lost in the shuffle. A soul with no predetermined life. A soul lost and on their own. A soul with no destiny. You have encountered more hardships in your life than what the human soul can take. You have been beaten, bruised, and buried. Death is a complicated process but yours was more complex than the rest. While most view death as a vengeful, feared process, you viewed it as a blessing and a savior. You smiled on your way down below. Your skin being that of paper, your bones being that of dust.
If God were real, she’d bless you with a destiny after all this time. And if the devil could cry, he’d weep as he held your tear stained face.
