We each have two faces.
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Morning light shines upon his handsome face
A bright glow that catches every new breath;
All around him long for his fond embrace
His warmth and shield from echoes of the dark.
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Yet night reveals the shadow he conceals
A wounded soul that breaches with its sin;
His want now turns to wound that cannot heal
His kindness lapses into cruel lies
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A soul that rides the storm of day and night.
His damaged truth still lives, both well and ill;
The halves together form the human soul
A dissonant sound bound by truth and pain.
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And so he walks, both Good and Evil’s son;
A spirit bound on Earth, that lives as one.
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