How Can Anybody Ever Know? Poem by Gert Strydom

How can anybody ever know
why the Satan do exist
and what could cause,
that he wanted to be higher
than even the Lord
and wanted a own throne
above the Son of God?

At a time a Archangel of the light
dutiful bound to honour, love and respect
and I wonder what
could have changed his heart
to become lord of utter darkness
and catastrophe
and could have lost all love so suddenly.

Still I wonder if it only goes about self,
self-interest, and me
if I do not stand
in the same shoes at a times?