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Death, Facing The Meaning of Life by James Tian
A dead bug,
Lies on the table quietly.
As if it has never been in this world,
And everything has no meaning to it.
Life at this moment,
It’s solidified blood;
This mournful scene,
Seems to accuse the injustice of fate.
Silence doesn’t mean death,
But death must be silent;
The soul passes through the eyes,
Trying to ask the meaning of the existence.
A dead bug,
Will be gone soon.
It’s motionless,
Like a brain pretending to be dead,
Refusing the wonderful “Thinking”.
The Old Story by James Tian
No one is willing to be,
That ball of heavenly fire,
Only the wrath of God is left,
Staring at sin with sighs.
There were two kinds of unbearable things in the world,
Sodom and Gomorrah;
There was a kind of righteous man,
Who was difficult to judge – Lot,
Because of different values between people,
And the one who looked back,
That was his wife.
An old story,
If the protagonists were replaced by today’s people,
It wouldn’t be inconsistent at all;
Simple truth,
Hidden under the absurd plot,
Everything is so vague in our sight.
The unexplainable events are”Fatal”,
And the “Animals” who can fish in troubled waters,
Are happy at the moment;
Always feel that people aren’t kidnapped by morality,
But kidnapping morality rudely.
The crime has been committed,
But punishment has become a problem;
The people who should be punished,
Escaped amid the discussion,
Do you think this is a tragedy?
Now I mourn for two cities,
Mourning their engulfment by anger;
The same “Logic” has different “Results”,
Do you think this is a tragedy?
©®James Tian
