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East of the Sini river
At the east of the east, it’s called the west, also called Edom
It’s said the west lies on the east of the east, arranged by God probably
So the west lies there as a piece of land, called the West land
There are five kinds of grains, and four seasons, there’s red, and green as well
They are named like this, called naming and names
If it doesn’t go this way, there would be no other way
There would be no four directions, no orientations
There live a group of people in the West, called Westerns
They are brave and aggressive; they know lives, but not deaths
Westerns eat meat and fight for it; it’s their addiction and destiny, created by Western God
They run long road and kill; eat with knives and forks
They sit at table and kill at table; they ambush buffalos and kill buffalos
They run after horses and kill horses; they kill deers if got any
They kill tigers if encountered any
If they saw a pond, they killed the pond
If they saw a lake, they killed the lake
There used to be a river in the west, named the Grand West
It flew rapidly and torrentially, running all the time in the old days
There’s a poet wrote many great and magnificent poems from it and about it
The Westerns liked the river; they saw fish and shrimps in the river
They saw dragons and pythons in the water; they saw gold sands and couch shells
The Westerns ran after the river and lived along with the river
It’s like a horse leashed by a rein, It’s like a handsome knight galloping on a horse
The throat of the river held tight by the Westerns, and they even built a power station over it
The river got thinner and thinner, narrower and narrower, and weaker and weaker
But it worked hard and fled to a place, changed his name as Forgotten River, and survived
The Westerns heard there’s a new river called Forgotten River, but no one sees, and no one knows
So they gave up the Forgotten River, and scattered, fighting for their lives day and night
Some went to the Gobi Desert, some settled down on the wasted land
Some got so thirsty and hungry, and they dug deep into deserts for drink water
But came out oil instead, and they drank the oil
It tasted not bad, so they drink oil for living nowadays
I heard there’s a strange man who writes strange stories, he said:
Wow, people used to say you might get hurt by raising a tiger.
But not aware of the danger of raising the Western people, how is that?
The hurt is huge, the hurt is massive, and the hurt is overspreading on the land
The God who created the Westerns called the West God,
Now the West God is angry, he wants to kill the Westerns for good
It’s easy for Him to create people, but it’s hard to kill them, it’s like tiger eats its curbs
It’s like a dog biting its tail; it’s like false theories fights against false theories
It’s like one hates and attacks himself, the West God was sad and hesitated for a long time
And He determined to let the Westerns go alone and die alone by themselves
There’s no curtain in heaven, the West God created a piece of curtain
Worn and covered himself well, rose to a higher and higher heaven
The west land is not stable anymore, damaged by the Westerns themselves
It was said the doom day will come soon, and it was said here and there
The Westerns want to live in heavens like God and they built high buildings
They forgot that they were warned and persuaded not do that by the West God
Now the Westerns lower their heads often, draw signs with fingers, and say yes, yes
But it’s not yes in their hearts; they don’t believe at all, neither God, nor destiny and superstition,
But they live and fight with their vulnerable spirits for living conditions
On the West land they manage to cook and marry, and give births to their children
There are some Westerns even know how to write, they wrote some poets with the help of spirits
It’s called peace, or anxiety, but everything is temporary and seems shortened
