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The Death of Dualism

When I think of life , I think of the dead,

when I think of black, I think shades of white,

when I think of good, I think of evil,

when I think of dark , I think of morning light.

 

When I think of tears, I think of a smile,

when I think of love, I think of human hate,

when I think of work, I think of play,

when I think of hell, I think of heavens gate.

 

When I think of God, I think of God.

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Apr 3, 2013
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