All angels do is pull you towards light,
But how could you ever know,
If their answers were right.
All devils do is ignore a truthful set,
But always before they discover,
What it's like to regret
The dark is just cloudy,
It's not a scary world.
And the light is just too bright,
Not a place for all good to be hurled.
When it really comes to the point of understanding,
It is about your intentions,
Not whether or not the dark or light is commanding.
Your point is well made Kye, extremes are end-points of life's continuum but twilight expresses both directions without acrimony. Rgds, Ivan
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Free will triumphs over the obfuscation of light and dark. Thoughtful work.