Satan and God

Alright, here is my voice right now And, right here is where I have the truth My vessel has been caught in the middle somehow There is something massive I need to explain to you The walls that we are born with can either channel or fall down They are built with the ability to perform two tints It's not a special gift, but a mentality with origins unknown That allow us to dabble in the paints of good deeds and sin This freedom of choice that we are granted carves pathways Some are made of stepping stone and other jagged rocks In our minds, we invite either the angels or the demons to stay In that proposal, both types of hands will begin to knock Who you choose to open the door for makes the colors of your soul And what I'm terrified of is that it is both black and white Things are seldom as simple as silver and gold And we as the incarnated need more than Ali boxing gloves to fight Don't be scared, don't be afraid, but be concerned For the two absolutes in this lifetime have the ability to look and nod You choose the white or black fire in which to get burned We have direct access to both satan and God