The God of Reconstruction Modern Poetry

I am the name flowing in your blood

And a ball of eternal fire

Countless torture and pain

Raise the flag again from the edge of the knife

I only have myself and you

The desire in everyone's heart

Rather than drowning in tears for thousands of years

< p> It's better to be burned to pieces

Let me use the cold light of the sword

and the hot red iron

Only these two can rebuild everyone Kingdom

With you I regained

Moses’ staff

On the land of the holy Himalayas

The most perishable

We and a piece of perishable solemnity

all fall into the clear and unturbid Milky Way

The starry sky is brilliant, it is all ours Name

With the sun and his name - the sun

In the bright light, I see you

Riding on a dragon transformed from darkness, named God

He buried himself with his own hands and set up monuments

Countless lives flocked to you

Successfully surrendered to you

All was lost. A lifetime of living

This is still the wish I once had

The earth trembled again after this

It was the same as in the beginning

No one will do it again Mentioned

No one thinks of it again