Born Not To Suffer

I don't want to believe
heaven exists, I can't be madly good
when I get hit, with a smile in return,
and then cry---for nothing, alone...


Was I born to be unhappy?
Did I agree to this game
to tell everyone that I have nothing,
and actually inside, without moaning, to scream?!


I long to have my power entirely,
not to walk with tired feet, and not to see myself helpless,
to start from the pure trail of a brave heart...


Ask for love? Oh, no, forget it!
I'm not going to do it to ourselves today,
we're going to go ahead,
and let them mow down my iron coffin,
it is invented, and loses its power, often in love.


Because it's a symbol of human faith,
when you touch it for a while,
and for the symbol, people around us,
it is invented, loses its power when left unattended!
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