Scorpio of the zodiac

you have no claim to me !

you are simply a pretender

who predicts what life will be

My name, this role, this body

born on November twelve

is no more than a chapter

where this spirit chose to delve

Think not of a body

that has fleeting spiritual grasp

but of timeless spiritual beings

adopting bodies for their task

A spirit simply floating round

needs a game to play

some problems and solutions

to pass the time away

So I have picked a body

just as others have picked theirs

to put a deal of action

into spiritual affairs

In year two thousand thirty

when I lay this body down

perhaps I'll choose another one

or interlude, floating round

So far from being creator

I don't even think you're sage

just part of superstition

dredged from another age

You are a fad phenomenon

which, next to infinite time

you can't claim to know me

you're an usher at a pantomime

Scorpio of the zodiac

you have no claim to me

you are simply a predicter

who pretends what life will be

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