I have been to the highest step outside the gates of Heaven; The gold flickers from the light that was within me. I have been to the deepest caves of Hell Where basalt lays as soot on the layers of my skin.
I have known the wonders of altering reality With a word or a thought. It's easy. And I have also known how it is deceived To the point one has no control.
I have traveled the strands of Grey between The extremes of Black and White, And have worked them to aid and heal, To defend and to start a fight.
I found there are many roads that lead To Heaven and to Hell; I promise, No one is traveled alone unto itself. They weave amongst each other.
The Grid that nets us all as One Exists for those who seek it. But to use it is to be alone in a world That finds each piece as separate.
I have kissed the hands of Saints and Angels, And the lips of devils too. Shadows bleed across my vision Where Light and Dark create the Self.
I have been to many places that are Reflections of us all. But in the end no one is different, We fade in the singular point of Death.