The battlefield of Good v.s Bad

Two sides battling for the light of being they rage inside of me. Fighting for what they have been told was a lie. The darkness fighting of judgment. Killing everyone in her path who claims to be her alley, but yet are really planning to destroy her and chain her to their fails rules. The other an angel of hope and light knowing only to love and help others. She is pictured as balancing on the bridge of grace. Oh what beauty, what purity she looks?! As glories as the morning star as it sets upon the world's darkness. Sated on a white horse, with pure white wings, and wearing a white flowing gown. Looking into her eyes and see the joy of the lord. She battles for the glory of her father. Her twin on there other hand, a vision of sorrow in its clearest form. She knows nothing, feels nothing, but the dark side. She does not hide what she feels for in her heart she knows that her emotions have the power to do so much wonders. The darkness hates the light. She thinks the light is weak and pathetic. She can not understand why the light never stands up for herself. She just lets other walk on her, just because her false hopes are that she might learn something about these pathetic little humans. She tries to tell her that their not even weather her kindness. The light restores the darkness because of our father that shows her kindness and she most need to show others that as well. The darkness can not stand how the light always does what daddy tells her what to do. The only thing they have for each other is the hope that one day the world will be like it once was with no more blood shade and pain.