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
Copyright © Chayle Dikoff | Year Posted 2015
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