Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

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Whenever he geteth up at cockcrow
He kneeleth in front of the cross,
His praying is watched by the black crow
And the dark hall smelleth the moss.
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Moon and four hundred robbers destroyed
The Constitution system, and always enjoyed
To see the Nation's destruction. They repatriated
The poor, for human sacrifice, and humiliated
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Like th'old day, I woke early at dawn,
And thought. The old day's a Sunday at June.
They waited the order like a group of prawn
The same command, they appointed the tune.
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By their private benefits, in the last general election
The president and the chief nominator of the party
By their silly confidence, they spoiled the election,
And crushingly defeated and again been a minority.
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In morning, the Heimdalls watch the bifrost
This border divide the lands between
The heaven and hell, in fall the white frost,
Like the snow, covers the land like the screen.
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Amidst the party convention's lousy grandeur,
A scandal shook the Democratic's pride,
Bribery envelopes heightened the original splendor,
And truth was buried their real-self deep and wide.
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Behold him, with guardsmen in the Yangsan,
Yon bullshitting lunatic ass!
Repeating and barking by himself;
Meddles here, or twitters pass!
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Here, You! The belligerent diplomatist. The Chinese,
You, yourselves be asserting for your position, with lying,
The big brother in the world with babbling Childrenese?
And repeating the no brained word of the poppet by brainwashing.
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Originally, they're one but divided by god,
Twins're the fishes hooked on rod.
The invisible power always effects
Their lives, they left the drama subjects.
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Hot but not damp, it's pleasant air,
Many people gathered on the Seung-Man square
Like former days, held the flags,
Persons handed out the leaflets from bags.
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Seventy years has passed when ceasefire's begun
Yet, many prisoners of war haven't done,
To return their home town, the student soldiers who lost
The opportunity to study, they've spent their lives with frost.
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The Rose of Sharon, with one heart, gave
All her strength, for the nation, and for surroundings.
But no matter how noble the aspiration, and loyalty
To nation, but it withered with betrayal by surroundings.
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By the local governments' card, the Sushi
And Korean the best-premium beefs were bought,
And from Gangnam, Japanese-made shampoo, by embezzlement
And ordering, the civil service man had brought.
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A defanged blue booby lived in blue-house,
He stole the equipment of the house like a greedy mouse.
Poured out the lies whenever he opened his mouth,
He only knew for talking about the North.
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The surface of beer, it isn't natural
That the gold colors, the beer is shining.
But in Tsingtao Brewery, beautiful
Colored bubbles keep on rising.
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The morning wind blowing
From Inwangsan feels like a snowstorm,
The mid-autumn the street trees've already
Turned a deeply red form.
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The barbarous Pooh, always
Brags the Army Power.
Leading nation? In old days?
But he's bossy the wind-borne tower.
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Mr. President! Mr. President! Forty years
Have passed, when you left us deep scar to long way.
The all man've merits and demerits but to people's ears
Till now demerits they've blamed anyway.
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Outside of the castle, there're large cemetery
Not long ago, it's not like pretty faerie,
And no fairies, till a hundred years ago.
But the graves're dug, not long ago.
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Firstly, he appeared in with laughed face and in middle
Age, and asserted himself as a human rights lawyer.
He shouted in the equality, fairness, holding the candle.
The words only did him, and turned out to be a liar.
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Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre Biography

Graduated from Kim Il-Sung University. Freedom Fighter & Poet)

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The Black Magician

Whenever he geteth up at cockcrow
He kneeleth in front of the cross,
His praying is watched by the black crow
And the dark hall smelleth the moss.

As usual, he openeth the Capital,
With skill, instead of the Bible.
First of all, it's vital
For him, and there's tearing candle.

The Scriptures and the Swords is old
Fashioned, and the Capital and the Bible,
Is new fashion to relieve, from the cold
World, the groaning people.

So whenever standing
On the pulpit, he sayeth, impeachment
Equality, distribution, and calling
The Lucifer and be the agent.

Always he kicketh out the faithful
But never ceasing the black magic
No the shines, the church is now full
The echoes of the hollow music.

He never believeth the Bible
So far and ever more, be
Willingly Lucifer's disciple.
The priest? How can he be…

-Tengre

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