I have a shiny knife,
Chicken-free panic
It has been taken for granted by human beings and has been slaughtered for thousands of years.
Even fear has become a habit.
I have never killed a chicken.
I'm afraid that chicken blood will splash into the morning glow.
Let eternity be bloody.
Go down with a knife
The chicken struggled and refused to let go of my cowardice.
I shook my hand again and cut it.
Another knife
Blood spilled all over the floor.
I think the sunset was stung by time.
Dusk flows down from the western hills.
The chicken stamped its foot and swallowed its last breath.
My killing heart reveals a trace of pride.
Chicken quilt fire and time barbecue
On the table.
Feel a strong aroma
In an instant, in the human stomach.
Crawl, crow
At night, the dream took me to a strange place.
I saw myself, tied with flowers.
A man with a shiny knife
Come near me, murderous look shining with cold light.
I can't see her face clearly.
I'm scared and torn.
I'm heartbroken.
I struggled desperately.
Just like that chicken
My lover woke me up and saved my soul.
I sat up with a lingering fear.
At dawn, I brought sacrifices, incense sticks and gold paper.
Ask the Buddha with infinite power
I worship on the seat of God.
The Buddha was silent in the smoke.
I wandered in the isolation zone between man and god.
Buddha can't reveal secrets.
I'm scared.
I don't know how to crack the secret.
I can only rush back.
I met a butcher selling meat on the road.
Singing songs and smoking cigarettes.
Look, it's fun.
I asked, aren't you afraid to kill pigs every day?
Do you feel guilty or have nightmares?
The butcher looked at me as if I were an alien from another planet.
A sudden smile
My hair stands on end.
I feel that the whole world is laughing at me.
The butcher sneer at 1
Strut away.
Suddenly, I began to get tired of this world.
Tired of human nature.
Dark clouds rolled towards me.
There is lightning hidden inside.
Wind and rain
I am no longer afraid, and my heart is relieved.
Let thunder and lightning
Penetrating my soul
Let the storm
The sorrow of plundering mankind