My soul forces me to stay pure
And embrace the purest being, God.
My body forces me to sip to the dregs:
Wine, women and the whole world.
I listen to my soul and visit temples.
I also listen to my visible body
And visit cinemas, pubs, parks...
I am a compound of ANIMAL and ANGEL.
I rise and fall. I fall and rise.
I am a dynamic being.
My dynamism is my life.
When I sit at one extreme,
I become static. I truly die.
Flight keeps an eagle young.
Hunting makes a lion strong.
My soul eats virtues.
My body eats crime.
Don't call me animal.
Don't call me angel.
I am a compound of the two
I am a human being.
Zoom in on my merits
On my demerits, Zoom out.
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