As some would say, others cannot.
A world of lines, both black and white.
Extremes of sides where shades should be.
My existence within, is most certainly spread thin.
Angels fly forth, demons watch from below.
Heaven and hell, opposites in nature, yet only in appearances.
White and pure the evil takes place.
Black, scarred, and tainted, repentance finds solace.
I am the grey, the shade of both sides,
the blinded eyes that find the good, the evil and the nature of you.