Dancing Devil

Born in a desert, on hopeless, arid land Whirling in a coat made of dirt and sand A life of continuous rotation, movement Eventual self destruction, no improvement Polarity of high and low, a vitalizing condition Hot air rising, spinning, destroying any inhibition Bumping, scraping particles become electric Causing damage on the way; a hectic skeptic Life in a flash; it begins, and it`s already ending But till then, earth with heaven is connected Picking up pieces and debris of broken dreams Constructing illusory towers built on wind-beams Twisted twister, whistling, whining, humming Thunderous deep rumbling becoming unbecoming Dance devil, dance, your time is soon ending Blow yourself out; the end will come as a blessing