A man spoke today, with wisdom in his eyes,
Saying we are both angels and demons in disguise.
Half-blood creatures, born of mud and light,
Walking in the gray, neither black nor white.

We live between worlds, where shadows blend,
Near to the divine, where heavens descend.
Like Lucifer, who once soared so high,
Now walks among us, beneath the same sky.

We strive to be near the gods, though flawed,
Half-believing, half-doubting, we still applaud.
For even in darkness, we see the truth’s gleam,
Agreeing He is there, as real as a dream.

In this gray life, we rise and we fall,
Both cursed and blessed, yet connected to all.
Angels and demons, in a dance so divine,
Seeking the godliness we know is mine, is thine.