There is a great battle that rages inside me
One side is the soaring eagle.
Everything that the eagle stands for is good and true
and beautiful, and it soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valley, it lays
its eggs on the mountain tops.
The other side of me is the howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf represents the
worst that's in me.
He eats upon my downfalls and justifies himself
by his presence in the pack.
Who wins the great battle?
THE ONE I FEED!
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