a friend from someway south
discarded like unwanted objects
owners still wanting some form of barter
this alone esteem intact
Jamie the destroyer
The sociopath built
hypocrit in habit
unconscious to the world
Invited to destroy things
Where no paths really opened up
the fistful of initiative we had
was getting blown by weekend leisure
controlling fathers were disappointed
as their plans would also be put to the torch
That unconscious world behind our eyes
that simple folk think is supernatural
Yet it is sewn into the will
as it it to the destiny of the early man
when no choice is given or taught
destruction must manifest
So when I become the controller
let me hold down choices
not ultimatums
otherwise destruction
For freedom not control
and freedom not destruction
is the closest thing to heaven
On the round rolling rock we cling to
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