Mind food collects in my stomach,
And so I am an esper, the powerful one,
Who injects beliefs into disillusioned minds
For the spirits I request.
It takes a kilo year, a thousand years,
To abstain from powers so great,
Like a needler in the head and mind;
It needs too much mind food.
Minds of intelligence can grok, and spill
Valuable thoughts as well.
Minds need to be understood by scars
That feed into other minds - this is my religion.