Modern poetry is still in a dream

Maybe I had a nightmare.

Endless darkness hangs over me, and I can't see.

Waiting for the dazzling white light

Break through the cage that stands in my way

Running and charging aimlessly

Tear, tear, break

I came to another place,

Strange,

hell

The fire burned in the valley.

Hot blood flowed all over the body,

Bake the last drop of condensate.

The heat torments the empty white soul,

Vowed to evaporate it from the body.

Countless dead people walk in the fire,

Samadhi purifies the defiled soul.

The first robbery of reincarnation has been quietly carried out.

Innocent and holy soul,

Waiting for the introduction of the body.

Blood-stained blade, cutting rotten meat

Strong Hei Bang, striking dim limb bones.

A brand-new body, a happy and reunited soul.

Slide into the bottom of the pot, and the gold oil leaps.

The sound of pain is one of them

Beautiful voice, elegant and elegant.

Come to work in heaven, arrival in an instant

Hell feast, ghosts sing together.

A clean and inviolable newborn,

Ignorance returns to the sky

A shining heaven,

An inviolable sacred creature,

A devout pilgrim,

Maintain peace every day, complete merit.

In the faint night, I fell to the ground.

New people fall again, and old people die again.

Brilliant all over the world, endless cycle.

At dawn, the rooster crows.

The chains of darkness are fading away,

Now open your eyes and see the intersection of black and white.

The insects were silent, the wind stopped, the trees rested, and everything was silent.

Go back to sleep,

I don't know if this is a dream, but wake up.