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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s so difficult to sustain the life in this senseless-tiresome-dry world, and that’s why I decided to fool the world to ease my life. I took my head out of my shoulders and put it on the road the very spot where I decided to beguile the others; the way was happened to be a moderately sloped downward road and that’s why my conscience rolling downward with very little or no effort at all. For I was moving forward without any hindering object or resistance it became monotonous; I felt like play a prank for some fan, so I bounced up and down, danced around here and there, but it didn’t do any good because these were another dull and slothful recurring motions. I closed my eyes being languid. On the way I saw the snobs, who impudently insist upon themselves are the microcosm, arguing each other wearing the ridiculously ugly masks, “my territory has to be greater than yours.” Because of those ridiculous masks finger point one another with infuriated yelling I opened the eyes terrifying. As I woke, I saw a giant standing before me holding an apple in his hand staring at me; and ridiculous masks carry the explosive. Who is this giant? And what is the explosive? I tried to move forward again after gave a moment of thought; but this time, I was trapped in the midst of a battle field where a rusted lump of heavy iron moves back and forth on a double-headed serpent’s back, throwing flames from its mouth. I gave up moving forward thinking, though it may not be the place to dwell, here is the place where I have to take a root; after rooted, the gray hairs grew to the limbs and branches of a dead tree, and bear the leaves and flowers, and some of them fell on the ground blown by the wind, then the rolling leaves on the ground become stones and road side footmarks. When colorless paper flakes bleach the road side footmarks, they turn into the scentless petals and cover the crushed masks lying here and there; though these distorted masks didn’t say a word a goldsmith comes in the evenfall displaying proudly, sprinkles the gold dust tinted with the reddened glow.
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