Desperate Age

Kill my Dalai Lama
that I can believe no more.
Bury my head
beat it
disrobe me
chain it.
But don’t let me free.
Within the prison
this body is yours.
But within the body
my belief is only mine.

You want to do it?
Kill me here — silently.
Make sure no breath remains.
But don’t let me free.

If you want,
do it again.
Right from the beginning:
Discipline me
Re-educate me
Indoctrinate me
show me your communist gimmicks.
But don’t let me free.

Kill my Dalai Lama
and I will
believe no more.

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  1. Why i feel pain in my heart
    when I read this Tibetan soul,
    when i see fire burning
    those bodies
    born from the Love?
    No, pain is not only
    because negative actions
    from the past:
    it is pain arising
    feeling your pain
    born from the Love

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