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萌芽篇 Sprouting

The Black and The White

Is it
immaculately flawless
since coming into the world with a cry?
Then,
why to state in speechlessness?

Is it
counted as innocent
to speak straightforward and simply?
Then,
how to explain the fester in wounds?

Is it
decayed and covered completely
as a play
till to be entirely destructed in ambitions?

Good coexists with evil,
integrity lives with wickedness.
How could it be identified in clear boundary?
How could it be eliminated after grapples and clashes?

To tear and bite in murky gray
To shoulder in muddy mist
with knives and swords.
Confronting with armies, to oppose to each other fiercely.
Who is escapee,
and who can be exempted from filthiness?

“There is no one who does good, not even one.”

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