There is two people fighting in my head
One says this and the other says that
One is for me and the other is against me
I will become the one I feed
When I feed the black one, my mood becomes dark
When I feed the white one the dark mood lightens up
My mind is forever a battle ground
Where evil and good are both fighting for the crown
Feed your mind with good food each day
For with bad food you will pay
The devil in your mind it will play
Making you do wrongs and lead you astray
The mind is a powerful being
It will either lock you or set you free
So be careful what you think
For a wrong thought can sting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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