No more when I at the same direction
With this world
When canard of misunderstanding
Cover up the fact of reality
When the filthy stream of evil
Submerge the lights of the holy palace
When every stride forward of hardship
Step upon the footprint with blood
When the hand of soul stretch up
Send-off the pain to the Courtroom of Heaven
When the heavy and wet pungency
Transform into transcendent soaring
The permeating of the heart instant
Is Joyance
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