When the man fuddles themselves and be not alert
The devils approach with the seraph's faces
And with the honey words and deeds, they flirt
To the stupid anywhere or any places
So the human must keep themselves awake
And must know to differentiate who is angel or devil.
‘Cause they are not mountain deity in the lake
But together with us exist in the revel.
It's same to the communists or agents, they
Were always mixed and near to us
Now, the nation's sliding at the brae
But regretfully, we hesitate to squeeze the pus.
The ones who deserted the North at Daehwatoi,
It's the point not shooting the radar to Japanese
Plane, but there're many horses of Troy.
Who are the agents of North's or Chinese?
-Tengre-
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