Thanatos whispers by my ear, so hurry up. 
My inspiratory flame surviving at notional idea and internally hidden smolder makes conspiracy to seduce my saneness, because it is so fragile. 

Knowing it, society by itself operates all minute control.

Violence is made of dissatisfaction. Satisfied ones discriminate all dissatisfied ones.

Ebb tide is made of lingering attachment to absorption, but that length makes satisfaction, and sneaky guys at satisfaction swamp order all dissatisfied and frustrated ones to fight against all neutral guys' lethal fate.

Politics is transformed satisfied guys' distorted dissatisfaction. Some must think so.

But lenghty satisfied intoxication is almost hell. 

For pursuing only it, very many Narucissus must have been abused to harshly durable ecstatic tasting.

Empress reins all ants and their labor power. She dominates all guys' pure heart and mind.
Gripping all at a stretch, she smiles to all dissatisfied guys.

Shapened ideas by smart guys are devise of their so effective ecstatic absorption and descisive evacuation. 

Poor headed guys are easily trapped as patsies, if they were awaked at Her intrigue, and jerk off at screaming, You, chauvinistic asshole! But it's too late to recover their saneness.
They just were intrigued by Her ecstatic magic power.

Backlash suddenly comes up to anyone. 
But there seldom are ones skillful to use it in life for getting social success.

Lenient backlash is hardly given to guys.

Honey trapping must never be ceased at any corner.
Because very many ants gather for sucking it for survival.

Empress for a short moment smiles to all guys, only it must be enough.

Stronger honey fragrance gathers many scapegoats, even they are selected.

Genuinely sperior one has the sole frightful terror and horror.
It is the one's Narcissus, abusing and extreme addiction means excessive backlash to hating, hatred, and disgusting impulse to the oneself.

Libido makes the one need heaven, but the one once knew it must never be smart in returning to the past state. Then the one starts to make up another pureness. 

Very smartly skillful concoction, makeshift performance, and very natural pretence.

The ones once trapped by Her must have another day at meeting of their destiny, that must be their mother's face at their own daughter.

Lenient backlash, seeming to be easy to acquire, but it could never be gotten so simply, because honey taste is too stingy and exciting to abandon for easy ducks by Her.

(to be continued)
(Oct. 3rd. 2020)