I have been to the highest step outside the gates of Heaven;
Gold flickers from the light beneath the south within.
I have been to the deepest caves of Hell
Where basalt lays as soot on the layers of my skin.

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 or to Hell; I promise,
No path is traveled alone unto itself.
They weave amongst each other.

The Grid that nets us all as One
Exists for those who seek it.
Sacred lines of world geometry
Expand in quantum existence.

I have kissed the hands of Saints and Angels,
And the lips of devils too.
Shadows bleed across my vision
Where Light and Dark blend to grey.

I have been to many places that are
Reflections of us all.
But in the end no one is different,
As we fade on the singular point of Death.