Balance.

There is a balance

A center keeping two worlds apart

Or

A wall that stop two worlds from colliding

Heads or Tails both are the sides of a coin

But different faces with different purposes

The Evil- Good balance of all that is

All that lives, All that Breaths

Everything which depends on perspective

Your standing, Your Viewing Point, Your Background, Your wiring, Your Unconscious

Then

The World, Her Wiring, Her Laws, Her Bending Points

Add

The Society, The face she takes to You

This seems like incoherent rambling, it might be

Might not be, breath in

Take it again.

There's a law of balance for all that exists

For some that only see the good, there exists a bad in your blindspots

The knowledge of the bad kills you for once you've seen it

You doubt the truth.