Evil is the dream
from which all have to
awaken, the sigh
coming from ego’s
mock separation.
It accepts not what
is, without a fight
to make it other
in its own dual
image, dueling.
Oh, how the twain fail
to be twine when life
feels good, then hurts like
hell, and heaven pales.
Life is good, it hurts.
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