hell’s gate (2)

they spread false rumors, hate speech. tell you black is white and white is black, force you to believe it, by force.

they gather mass, they poisoned their beliefs, they corrupted their minds, rooted their hearts. at all cost, by all means, they are the worst human beings.

if i stand up against them, not because i believe my belief is right, it is because they would use others blood to wash their self-made sins. they think they will be all clean but whom to believe if in the end we are all gonna die and life ends.

i won’t become like them. in here and there, whatever realm it might. in front of the hell’s gate, no one dare to knock unless you know who will greet you.

in front of the hell’s gate

because you said it.
so i keep it in mind lightly…

so i listen to it.
feels so close to the hell’s gate.
right in front of it,
i feel no fear.

it has no adequate light,
it is cool but not cold
it is unbright but no dust, no dirt
it is gloom, but i’m calm

there is no sound, no any beings what-so-over
surrounded by unfamiliarities, tranquil and static

how long should i stay here
can i be forever, could not i leave as i like ?

i create an imaginary view through the chants,
i do not remember my previous lives, so i consider those are merely a belief
i do not expect a next life, if repetitive laughters and sadness keep occuring,
so, just here, in front of the hell’s gate is just fine.