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 ...
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