At any given moment
At any given time
There are blessings falling down
And there are battles being primed
Each night brings back familiar horrors
And each morning new treasures are found,
In the same day your face can shine brightly in the sun
And later have that same face dragged along the ground.
This is our fate
As a species in this world
To live all at once with the battle and the blessing
The dung heap and the precious pearl.
Battles and blessings
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