I am in war,
In war always
With all
Unrighteous,
Villainous,
Cruel demon
That is in me.
But I am pure,
I am sacred,
I am not telling
You, though I am
Letting the birds
Sing in open field,
Letting the tree
Grow under the sky,
Letting the stream
Flow with all purity
For common welfare.
Life is in warfare
Always everywhere
From birth to death
And also beyond that.
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The ever present struggle between the good and the bad inside each of us. Very good