The devils teacher is by my side,
Pull off pastures im alone inside
Crimson pouring so loosing time,
What has he done to me,
Help,
Help me I scream,
Sacred and surreal, a vision of
My dying will, surrender my soul
To the cacti’s will, my peyote warrior
Come help me heal,
And while your trying to save me to thee
I give my life,
As I am you and you are me
My powerful and mystical
peyote
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem