One side is the soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for is good and true and
beautiful, and it soars above the clouds. Even though it dips
down into the valleys, it lays it's eggs on the mountaintops.
The other side of me is the howling wolf.
And the 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 this great battle?
The one I feed
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