Yin and Yang
By Christopher Livermore
(PS: I wrote this when I had a headache so it was a bit hard to keep my concentration but it basicly got the message i was trying to convey, i hope lol)
A world mixed with the rays of light and the shadows of darkness
They open our eyes and block our senses
A balance of power and of two tied in one
We find ourselves looking through the cracks in our fences
A world mixed in war when we long for peace
We die my our own hands, digging our own graves
Ironic, is it not? That we must stay here,
To be the master of ourselves, to be our own slaves?
With life comes death,
threw pain comes pleasure
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