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Liansangzuala Chuaungo Poem
The face of my old golden treasure ,
shining perfectly beneath the glaring pressure.
Though , I've lost but recommend her beauty,
the elegance set of prettyness behind her beauty.
No can do but falling twice is enough ,
conquering unprecedented feelings was tough.
Setting the line for the sight towards the beauty,
no words need to fill cause unexplainable was the beauty.
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The pain of restless palm of mankind,
descendant of serpent from the root of vine.
Shackles of chains and bracelets of thorns,
crying out of pain , suffering through the wildest storms.
Looking down from above the heaven,
watching the mortals with the sight of the raven.
Nothing new but unworthy sinners of Earth,
pleasing themselves as they hid their souls in the dark.
It took a birth of sin from just one bite,
cursed a sinner who lost the seat of being one's child.
Came the mastermind of the serpent tongue,
regret to be the subject of what the mastermind had done.
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Staring the sky , whispering towards the star,
full moon rise upon the winter sky.
"Talk spirit talk grant the hopeless person a wish,
reflect upon the sky and teach how to preach".
Lying with one breath left on the bed,
tears stream running as the memory flash back.
One last blink and close it forever,
body grows cold like the air in winter.
Nothing's left , the one last sigh end with a void,
the air dances as the body becomes cloyed.
The richness of death and the poor life
was toyed by the hands of the sweet bitter love.
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I saw a door
towards the end of my suffering
crying out , the one you call 'death'
I remember
I heard a noise,
mumuring , chanting , crying
then nothing , the weak sun flickered
over the dry surface.
Calm but Terrible,
buried in the dark earth
it was over , the stiff earth bending
as I drown in the dark.
I spoke to you,
from the passage of the other world
telling you whatever return from the oblivion returns,
as the moment of truth came , I rest.
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Even the brightest stars lose their light,
like the Lightbringer lose everything from the light.
Condemned to the Earth to walk alone ,
cursed to grovel under the Earth till it's gone.
There sat a masterpiece of the light,
in a beautiful foot hold for them to sleep at night.
Everything was theirs except the 'eye' ,
a forbidden fruit that set it's cursed from the light.
Sin was born from just one bite ,
cursed the sinner who lost everything from the light.
A lonely soul of the cursed sinner ,
who died long before he was cursed as a sinner.
Kicked out from the garden to atone ,
cursed everything they did , becoming a vagabond.
Doors were closed , as they walked out
from the garden, Adam and Eve moved out.
The tragic story continues even today ,
no more tears cause we wake up the other day.
No more regrets to feel without nothing to gain,
no more words , cause we're going to slip past the game.
The game called 'life' and it's ending 'death',
the life here is beautiful without the so called fate.
The new leaf won't be binded by chains ,
Cause we're getting even with Eden and fate will change.
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The baby's crying resounds,
announcing his birth to the whole world.
He is the gift from heaven
among numerous lives.
The newborn baby whom God adores
doesn't have a warm bed or shelter to sleep at night.
In exchange for the sin of the Earth,
God gave men his child.
Go to sleep , go to sleep
the voice of mother , entrusted to the lullaby.
Close your eyes , close your eyes,
as for the gift from God , go to sleep.
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Nothing really ends alternately,
reversing the life story endlessly.
Dressing own life with a passionate dream,
comes the selfishness reincarnated as a being.
The dramatic flows comes to an end,
gap between them is so wide to paint.
remembering the story is so much to take,
forsaking the past as their story becomes a fake.
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Created unwarned , crying unharm
naked and cold but pleases the mother with charm.
Unconditional love , bearing the risk of hatred
creating memories but heart felt regret.
Live or die decision should be made
wrong choice the price should be paid.
Strings were attached as the little one grow,
the price is too high as he chose to crawl.
Living like a puppet but he chose to grow
no one knows but the master control.
It will end and everyone will go away ,
when the master cut the strings and throw away.
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Living her life like a maiden,
honing her skills until she's broken.
An untitled woman for the rest of her life,
carrying her burden to the end of time.
Living her life like a widow,
nothing broke through her window.
Cast such spell to see her broke down and cry,
nothing's change cause never she yield nor cry.
Living her life like a soldier,
taking arms to make some measure.
Biting others dust beneath her curving breast,
staring the picture until she hurt her chest.
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Little by little drawn towards the end,
signed by the heaven , buried beneath the sand.
Conquered by the divine , feared by the beings
answer never prevails , hunters began to scream.
Pardon the son , neither he knew
parables were all that's left cause away the spirit flew.
Crisis it began and will end with death,
behind the darkness , hope began to fade.
Peace assigned another war,
mankind suffered as their reward.
"Fear" is what they've been told,
but ego is what they've learned as their soul is sold.
It begins with life and ends with death,
Jesus himself proved that fear is alongside death.
Came the prophet then goes the spirit as the word,
life was created and will end with his word.
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