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“That Bad Night” during which a teenager ran away from home…
I will soon runaway from home, don’t be surprised.
I feel exhausted. You can’t even help.
What is a ‘Dad’? What is it?
I’ll label you as a terrorist.
Today I’ll forgive you, but this isn’t the way.
Forgiveness is not a given, no matter what others might think.
There were some people who thought I was an ‘orphan’, how can this be?
This surely is a cry for ‘help’. Can you hear it?
I must escape from the devil’s palm.
The growling of my stomach cannot be satisfied here.
My life is blurry, puzzling,
without identity, inexplicably ill-established and with a vanishing path.
Even the world’s most excellent opticians and ophthalmologists cannot help my vision.
You have the venom, may the Lord know it.
The sound of laughter cannot race from these lips.
Critical times loom above our heads: my heart and liver vibrates with a ‘ding-ding-ding’ that only I can feel.
The famous medicine of the master of the world’s most renowned doctor, to me,
is but everyday soup.
Medicinal herbs is my air – I breathe it.
To breathe I must not randomly inhale and must not haphazardly exhale;
to expend too much energy, the only loss-maker is me.
First, think clearly before taking action, otherwise there won’t be a medicine true enough for my cause.
Let the world of medicine, as well as the healing and well-being industries develop with enlightenment and prosperity, moving forth;
otherwise, none of us will be at an advantage.
I hope that when the students finish studying they will put themselves forwards to advancing performance
to allow people of the world to be healthy, and may the heart’s desire come to fruition.
Thank for Your co-operation.
Amen. Enlighten the Sciences.