You see this reality,
Of night and day,
Of black and white,
A life of fatality,
Where everyone will pay,
Comparisons soar as a kite,
It is true what you say,
That opposites are abundant,
What a petty argument you give,
For relative are night and day,
To claim balance is redundant,
There is no reason not to live.
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The Eternal Dispute
PoetryWhen life and death take on form, at last they meet. These are the woven banters of life and death. Come, take a seat, and gaze into The Eternal Dispute...
