Poetry related to "1 1.27 Red Rock Soul"

The door where people come in and out is locked, the hole where dogs climb out is open, and a voice is shouting:-Climb out and set you free! I long for freedom, but I deeply know-how can a person's body climb out of a dog hole! I hope that one day the underground fire will burn my living coffin. I deserve to live forever in fire and blood! There are heavy fetters on either foot.

You can hold the whip high.

I don't need any confession.

Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet.

Only those who are afraid of death beg for freedom.

What is torture?

Death can't make me talk.

I laughed loudly in the face of death.

The devil's palace swayed in laughter.

This is my confession of party member.

Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.