I am not any of them

I am not any of them because I am all of them.

I am the wind that blows the trees and howls through out the night.

I am the waves that consumes the ground with a cold lonely fight.

I am the dirt that wrinkles onto the earth and shudders the ground.

I am the heat of a flame that is to be found.

I am the kiss of a cheek and a kiss of the lips.

I am the painful bruise on the side of the hips.

I am the light to the dark and the dark to the light.

I am the only one left to win this one fight.

I am the one who will win and conquer all.

I am the one who will not let myself fall.

I am the angel of death and devil in disguise.

I am the only enemy within my lies.

I am not any of them because I am all of them.

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