You might see me dancing around a fire calling for raindrops,
or maybe way up high above the earth embarking on spacewalks,
and I have so much spirit that I am at every single seance,
even when I was little drawing pentagrams 'fore there was crayons.
And I've been around hiding inside all of you all for aeons,
I am the devil inside of you that thrives on all this chaos,
the reason you can't find a way out of your own way, lost.
Can't even find the right words to say because you're brainwashed.
And with inflation how much would that, today cost?
To be rid of me before your whole race is dead, does that convey loss?
When you can't even fight me then how do you think you'll fight your way off
this tiny planet where all you seem to care for's trademarks?
You don't fight me too hard 'cause we never seem to trade sparks,
so stop pretending, all of you. You and I do have the same hearts.
I'll see each and every one of you from down where all the flame starts
unless you truly do something drastic to make all of your brains smart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem