Whirlpool of contrasts

 Whirlpool of contrasts


A world of duality, or is it multiplicity?

Some weep, others perish, many kill, few live.

Beauty and the beast entwined,

Ugliness and lust forever aligned.

In this whirlpool, we're lost and swirled,

No rhyme, no reason, all treason unfurled.

Trapped in this prison, we're tossed and twirled,

A never-ending cycle, our fate unfurled.

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