The good and the evil

The Good and the Evil

 

The evil pulls my leg,

But I don't realize it.

The good pokes me,

But I don’t discern good from evil.

Then, I pour forth black blue arrow in me toward the air.

 

The evil cheats me,

I take a spanking unconsciously by it.

The good beats me,

I am confused with the good and the evil.

Then, I spit out black red insults on the ground.

 

What is good and what is evil?

Who is good and who is evil?

 

Both of Good and evil

tear me out,

upward and downward,

right and left,

east, west, south, and north

into all sides.

 

Both of Good and Evil

crucify me,

again and again,

on the Cross of the infinite plan.

 

I wear hurt clothes upon hurt ones,

and pile up the death upon the death.

 

When do I extend to that higher place

and that deeper place?

When do I surround the whole world

and enjoy richness and abundance?