Furious anger and rawkous power
how could the world stand still?
Conspiracists still dancing with mad hatters
and people projecting themselves into the never.
The abyss did more than stare
it kissed you on the lips my friend
and now you're one with the world,
but the world might fall apart
so pass out the spit and the string
we can still save the world, the old joke goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem