Fragments of our former selves
Ignore the scattered pieces of our current situation
Gravitating closer to a prior incarnation
However disdainful
The familiar is less painful
Point us toward an evil we already know
One lesser than the other we are faced with
Vulgar be the poison it is laced with
Evil nonetheless is graced with
Rituals that take us back to when we were
Too young to make a pact with the devil
Yet old enough to realize what we prefer…
…Is to wake up on a playing field that’s level
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem