With the body and the soul; there is a constant fight. The true me is spirit! And that is right. The spirit is a guess, in this temporary shell. The body gets sick! Then it's well. The soul is on this ride, I tell. The soul tells the body, I'll live forever. The body knows, he'll never. The fight is to be in control. The body says, on earth - I'm in control. The soul says, when I leave - you'll die. The body says, yes and cry.
The body says, we should take a stand.
The soul agrees - this makes us man, both body and soul.
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