Comforter

Tell me about your anger.
Speak not of love.

Bow your head to the earth in frustration
and cry aloud
in despair
for your beautiful creation.

Don't be mistaken!

Don’t let disgust turn into self-hate.
Crucifixion is enough,
I would say,
for one round already.

It is not your fault
your creation has turned into Hell.
Just know
I am wishing you well.

Alright? Alright!