My Body dies, but my Spirit lives.

As the day comes to a close and night approaches, my body gradually becomes weaker and weaker.

With the rise and fall of the sun, my spirit becomes stronger and stronger.

As my physical body gets closer and closer to death every day, my spiritual being is reborn every morning.

Each waking day draws me closer to eventual decay of my body and eternal life for my spirit.

My soul is a witness to it all. My soul is aware of the constant struggle between the forces of life and death happening within my being.


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