"Live or Die"

If we are all ears,

To the teachings of "I Am"

And open the breeze of our minds,

Vanity wouldn't be rebirth.

If we speak quietly,

To the death of the past,

That wince like lull thunders,

Our dead will come with their coffins.

If we cry roughly,

Like aborted offspring,

To the sin of this present,

The spirit of our authors will light up.

Our forebears are men,

They listen not to naked ambitions

Our ancestors too are gods,

Only love evokes their smiles.

Let's watch our large mouths

And bury our stiff pride.

So, live for eternity or—

Die to feed the graves

"We will live or die".

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