"For the Crazed Besieged by All That"
The body is a cubicle, it imprisons the mind
The name, an illusion, given to us, as a lullaby
In concentration camp where sleep is false
Living against the asthma of vox populi
It is not the fight club you have to build,
Ignorance to eradicate, a poem to be sung
The world is too dark already, the sea of awakening
Red, for the divine prophetic
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如果在冬夜，我，一個旅人
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