as she wants to let us know
she is still the mistress of rewards and punishments
and can rewrite the fate.
She is not stern,
like a loving mother
she destroys a few to save the many.
Open your eyes my kind and benevolent mother
You’re already too late.
She is not blind,
but she keeps her eyes closed
as she doesn’t want to see this world
that was made to rule by love
but it’s ruled by hate.
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