Dark and dangerous messages follow again,
Eminent scholars read a straightforward result;
The delirious break of a sense in the mind
Clearly, rightly demonstrates the very reason.
Boiling waters pour themselves through all,
Opening my heavenly book, my straight path.
Heavy rains brashly splatter as brave men
Walk to and fro, like the seas and the winds.
Mighty deep puddles astound the real people,
My people, who sermonize wrecks and wretched ones.
Demonic space upsets us when awake,
And sleep astounds the reality.
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