small places
perform within a special ideology
that knocks out spontaneity
and turns masks into ideological likenesses
such constructed people love to coerce you
just as much as they had to submit
to be 'freely' coerced for the purpose of 'love'
thus all morality turns out nothing but nests for conspiracies
from which flows destructiveness
where friendship is nothing but an intrigant's game
that no one dares to speak of its true name