WhIcH iS wHiCh?

Sometimes it is,

Sometimes it's not,

Man is sometimes God,

Sometimes he is the devil,

Sometimes he is a blessing,

But at times he is a curse

A God-sent in some way,

And in some other the devil's incarnate.

This is the mystery of life,

That darkness could take the form of light,

And light could be obscured by darkness,

The sheep suddenly rows,

And the Lions baaaaa,

But how do I know?

How do I perceive aforehand?

That this is that and that is this,

To see the morphing of the lion,

or the metamophosis of the sheep?

I now lay at the mercy of them all

Hoping that in their hunger

They'd also consider their prey.

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