Issac Zheng Poems

Those spades are the weapon of the war,
Not like the clubs as soldier's sword.
You know those diamonds mean money for this art,
But they're not the shape of my heart.
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I love to say hi,
But I hate to say goodbye.
Together we would laugh,
Together we could cry.
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Do go kindly into that peaceful night.
New age should burn and rave at close day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Its' true that I didn't beg you,
But you never know show your smile.
It's true that I'd loved you,
But we've been apart for a while.
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It is a fairytale told by liar,
Before it's heard, no more.
A poor, but merciless crier.
Lies…Lies…
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There, a great city,
Demon's heaven,
Full of filth sinners.
It's fallen, it's fallen,
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What's worth to fighting for?
What's reason of people dying for?
We have nothing to waiting for,
Because I've been through it.
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I ain't sorrow or pity.
Watching ants of bloodthirsty,
Thickly dotted on the disgusted carrions.
A lamp lost its lucency.
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