What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.
– The Road of Kings.







"The rain, the promise, the new
Washing away the old and dusty
Billions of droplets from the sky
Like the billions of people
Falling through their own existence
Trying to forget that they are born to die"





although wishing to be rid of misery,
they run toward misery itslef,
althought wishing to have happiness,
like an enemy they ingnorantly destroy it;






The poor user – already feeling wretched – now wants the ground to open up and swallow them.
like the desperate drunkards that they are, they relinquish their manhood in the pursuit of temporary, fleeting, evaporating pleasure. True satisfaction always eludes him, true joy forever evades him. He is trapped in the snares of the viper of lust and it will not relinquish its grip, coiled around his neck, its fangs dug deep in the nape of his neck.

"A soft and lazy land .... a dainty girl, waiting helpless for some ruthless conqueror."






Obeying the law and living in constant worry, bandits live in pleasure every night; those who harm others to benefit themselves ride horses, while those were righteous and fair starve in hunger. Those who build bridges and repair roads go blind, while those who murder and cause arson have many offsprings. When I died, I asked Buddha, Buddha said: There was nothing I could do!

Haha, the so called system and law was to deprive the masses and limit the weak.

Whichever world it was, the law of the jungle prevailed!

Thus, even during an era ruled by law, countless rich and influential people found loopholes and avoided the judgement of the law.


"there is no way to go back to the world from before"