Pause of polarity interchange
Goodness and badness are opposite poles.
Who does not think of doing good sometimes?
Good and bad, just as the Poles have their goals.
The timing of chiming changes the rhymes.
"I'm the sun," I say. I'm the moon as well.
Shouldn't this 'I' move from the sun and moon?
There is a gap between heaven and hell.
When, lo., when I say, 'The judgement is soon?'
Does a dog become a cat? I don't know.
Darwin and Einstein had their times of thoughts.
Breezes turn into hurricanes and blow.
Flowers and thorns have their untimely knots.
With mud and wood between grave and coffin
I'm in my grave. You're welcome to come in!
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