Every saint has a past,
And every sinner, a future.
But neither we live in the past,
Nor the future.
Therefore, for the greater good,
The saint and the sinner
Reside inside all of us
In the actual present,
Playing a game of Quidditch
To pass the time.
The saint sweeps across the field,
Escaping bludgers aimed at him,
And shoots the Quaffle
Into the hoops,
Earning ten points
At each successful attempt.
But then the sinner emerges
Out of nowhere,
Chasing a tiny blur
At a tremendous speed,
And captures the Snitch,
Overshadowing the hard labour
Of the saint in a single go.
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