The strange people

We are the strange people
Now living in the earth
With hollow feelings
Blind rooms
Mechanical hearts
We are obedient to master
Interpret theMystic
World well
With all clarity and sincerity
Grow godhead and shrines
In our mind
Dare to pick up the sun in pocket
Venture to kill the moon in night
Love tears to trash
Kiss wine and bear to blaze down
Thinking it is our happy shelter
However, we lose at last
Promising land of faith
Bringing the desert in our dreams
Without green print of life
Continually we drop the flowers
Scentless on the way
To get confuse easily
In addition, shamelessly
We feel proud of follies
Without repenting
Beheading the GOD at last
Moreover, see the sun and moon
Turn stone and metal
In the rising hours and darkest night
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