The Force Poem by Yilong River

They say I am powerless,
Because the force is concentrated in the current and shadow.
Put it into iron and steel,
Then follow a road until it is dark.

They say I am powerless,
Because power is bound up in titles and experiences.
Those who focus on one egg can get more and better,
Like a centipede burrow in the overlapping space.

They say I am powerless,
For strength does not belong to the man without a name.
That name cannot come out of your own mouth,
That name cannot be held by your own destiny.

So,
Nothing is better than madness around the world,
A noble man is beaten by shameful only once，
Hundreds day's hard word work cannot explain,
All truth be treated like fade.

This power is swollen and proud,
To tease the strings of an empty mind,
Since the human form gradually began to change, alienation, corruption,
With countless forms of shadow that form the twisted emptiness.

Later,
Its power, like a venomous sword, hurls itself into the unknown,
And on the hilt of the sword there was still a ferocious and excited fantasy.
Spirits dancing in the dark night,
And the haunting power of the rage makes the nameless sad.

Wandering the stars do not care what beneath them,
The nameless bear the ravages in silence howl.
This power yawns and devours all,
But you and I are waiting to applaud it.

Until one day,
The fruit of this power was swallowed by its creator,
The face of the detestable monster reappears pure fear.
When you cried and cried and stayed away,
In vain shake the blood on the hand dry wipe clean.

Who is the creator of this power?
Don't look around, my friend!
I'm talking about you:
My arrogant, stupid kind!