Heaven and Hell

Once upon a time, there was a world, a one-derful world. Before they needed explanations that became their defining moment. Contrasts, and differences that tore them apart. Heaven and Hell are constants, from their privileged beginnings; they are made to appear by design, inseparable throughout. They are making the point, concerning both, divisiveness and oneness, like some binding accord carved out of stone. The lover of life's not a sinner The ending is just a beginner The closer you get to the meaning The sooner you know that you're dreaming All differences share oneness, for they tether each other from end to end as inseparable entities, other than their meanings, but that's not much of a stretch. For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life They say that life's a carousel Spinning fast, you gotta ride it well The world is full of Kings and Queens Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams It's Heaven and Hell, oh well And they'll tell you black is really white The moon is just the sun at night Truth----Confusion, exactly. Whose truth? Your truth, theirs, or theirs over there. Exacting isn't it ... confused? It would appear on the surface's light, and in the midway's dim, and in the cavernous deep, as being evil, and as being good. They are two encountering issues that each bear distinctive qualities of opposites of each other yet they bear the same spectrum to each other. It's Heaven and Hell, noh no Fool fool, you got to bleed for the dancer Fool fool, look for the answer Hm? It tethers ... somewhere, between the lines, and off-script ... Oops, nosebleed, Id's never liked the heights, or was it depths--midway perhaps? Question Dio? Truth Dio ... Do they bleed there ...