One Silence Two Groans
They have stuffed those waxes on purpose beyond your knowledge,
If you want to poke them, be prepared for execution,
Beware of the bullets, and the hangman,
And prepare for the place beyond.
In this place:
We are blind, we do not see,
We are dumb, we do not speak,
We are deaf, we do not hear,
We can only forgive our adversaries and forget.
In this place:
There is no oppression,
There is neither hierarchy nor superintendence,
We are all peaceful sleepers,
Resting our minds from many years of exile.
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