Intertwined infinitely, and the antagonistic resides with the defensive.
Love me on this balance beam of good and evil, and advise me on my intrusive.
I bounce you bounce back never knowing the conception.
Know me and never know my perception.
Who belongs in this illusion?
Who cares if only a spiritual vision?
Striving for my immorality, and knowing it’s a perceptive reality.
Know God Or no his reality, and heaven or hell there’s still no fatality.