In deciding whether to live or die,
to be with God or the devil,
perhaps being born, to be again born,
may be either a heavy or light chose.
Life is in binary forms,
an exciting spiral separates zero from one,
cry from laugh, death from birth, lose from win,
to dine in pleasure of fleeing moments,
while missing grains of lasting joy.
To give and take back a gift,
to create and destroy; what was created,
to born and be destined to die.
Life however we may see it,
Is coined in the ephemeral body;
and the eternal soul,
the uncanny union of both nature present in us all.
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