The night is safe. Come
Whatever goes wrong
you did what you could do
Come. You want too much
love and appreciation
from others for each other
and fewer regulations
fewer regulators
who interfere
and, like puppets
decide your fate
Mistakes are forbidden
They're in the system
and that's being worked on
Come. Over is the day
in which the seed lies
the seed of your fear
Your gluttonous love
Evil World: Fear (from a gluttonous need for love, comfort and security you fear, thinking you cannot function in the social system)
About gluttony: poem "Evil Child" (see May 23rd)
Collection "Mastress"