Goodbye starfish

**(Verse 1 - English)**
Goodbye, shapeless form, a starfish of the void,
No more your humor, by which we were annoyed.
The hand is played, the game is surely lost,
Before your rise, your true intention crossed.
Now seen as a great, transparent, floating guise,
Consuming all, with acid in your eyes.

**(Patois Verse 1)**
Buh gwaan, yuh nasty sinting, outta mi sight!
Nuh more your laugh, weh vex up di light.
Di card dem done play, di game finish, yuh see?
Before yuh bloom, di evil done set yuh free.
Now yuh juss a shade, a duppy inna di air,
Swallow up everyting, wid venom inna yuh glare.

**(Verse 2 - English)**
A bitter mix, like fluids from a dread,
Oh, awful mass, farewell, and go instead
Back to that place, a worn-out, changing scene,
Where strange transformations blur what's always been.
Where simple acts become a twisted play,
And ancient roots are bent a different way.

**(Patois Verse 2)**
Yuh full a dark mix, like sickness from di grave,
Dis ugly spirit, go back weh yuh pave!
To dat broken place, weh ting always twist,
Weh nuh true shape remain, and good ting get missed.
Weh right turn wrong, and peace turn to war,
And di old, strong roots, dem bend up fi sure.

**(Verse 3 - English)**
Whoever planned these schemes, these twisted threads,
Perhaps from youth, where cunning subtly spreads.
A summer's past, of gathering and control,
Filling up lives, then taking back their toll.
Until no more were left, the bounty gone,
Just empty trays beneath a fading dawn.

**(Patois Verse 3)**
A who set up dis trap, dis wicked, tangled web?
Maybe from young, dem heart full a deb.
Whole heap a time dem spend, a plot and a gain,
Suck out di marrow, leave nutt'n but pain.
Till all di harvest gone, nuh barrel nuh full,
Juss bare empty plate, unda di moon a pull.

**(Verse 4 - English)**
Their hate they cast, upon the gentle ground,
These cruel short-cuts, where no true worth is found.
Against the frail, the trusting, and the true,
A perpendicular hatred, piercing through.
For these dark deeds, my fervent plea takes flight,
May justice rise, and make these wrongs set right.

**(Patois Verse 4)**
Dem dash dem bad-mind, pon di good earth so green,
Dem cut-corner ways, a pure evil mean.
Against di weak heart, di honest, di pure,
A pure venom dem fling, weh pierce to di core.
Fi all a dem wrong, mi spirit a bawl out loud,
Jah-Jah must judge dem, from di earth to di cloud

Reggae dancehallway Jamaican patois drak( check what the fuck it is first fool)