THE SOCIETY OF SEVEN

The society of seven last always has a ticket for a investment of sin.

I will lower my head again in my self - pity.

I would not like to withdraw.

Helpless do not become.

 

In the serum of truth the future will go hand in hand.

To this and to the intriguer who inspired it.

And where to give it.

 

Before I wake up from the nightmare I will surrender to him.

And maybe stay there.

Because fear, no matter how relentless, is always overcome in the glow of victory.

 

Do not confuse me with the irrational of the mind.

I do not touch the memory.

Nor do I intend to be trapped in it.

For I will always be surrendered to the brurred vision of thought.