Look in the bathroom mirror…
That demon leering at you behind your shoulder, peering at you from within your very eyes–where does he reside, in hell or inside?
That angel towering behind you, enfolding you in his luminous wings, that light seeping from your own pores–how is it possible for God and Devil to exist within the same core?
No wonder humans dont feel comfortable in their skin…
A man’s soul is not his own, only a battleground for the divine;
And the conqueror decides whether that man lives or that man dies;
Not in body, but in mind…
And no, if God in all His “goodness” wins, that does not mean the man will live;
The Light in all its glory can and has illumined the path not of happiness but of utter misery, and led to defeat at the hands of the same Dark Force it sought to beat…
The dance of good and evil, those two lovers in their eternal embrace, to them love and hate are one and the same;
So, Saint or Sinner, which is it?
A balance between the two must be struck, if there is to be harmony amongst the forces that rule the Dawn and those that rule the Dusk…