This poem sprung out of an idea of how people learn to fight the battle of the cycle of life.
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Kick, Kick, Kick
I hit the walls
Everything is turning black
Maybe my souls a little too dark
Or maybe the action was impure
I will never know How dark that blow made my skin
I'm stuck in this place again.
Punch, Punch, Punch
I touch the ground which
Now becomes way too bright
I guess my soul was a little too pure here
Or maybe the punch wasnt impure
I will never know, its too hard to describe,
How Bright that light was in my eyes
I dont remember if this battle was hard
This battle of endless walls
Endless rooms and sucn
I run and run to my enemies
Life behind me and Death ahead of me
Im in between it all deciding who I should join
The Life Im so desperate to keep
Or Death I dread more than anything
I laugh as they both cower away from the blows
The dark walls and bright grounds
Woops, I almost forgot
Did I mention I was the same way too?
Bright Light skin and Black Angelic Wings
Im the angel they all fear
In this battle against Life and Death
I will stay in between
I am both alive and dead
Thats the way it will stay
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