Long long ago

With the appearance of mankind
Something that would cause a rift
In the world emerged with them

‘It’ lived among the people
Worshiped for its mysterious powers
And hated for its unceasing whims
‘It’ existed as a constant fear
A force that would destroy the world

Humans began to wonder whether
‘It’ was good or evil

Good or evil

‘It’ instilled an overwhelming desire
To dominate the world.
‘It’ fostered reckless courage
To make them self-destruct as heroes
‘It’ gave children abilities
Beyond what they could bear
And prospered in the chaos

‘It’ exists within us
Without any reason purpose or rules

We call ‘It’ TRICKY