2011/09/03

Cast Away - 2011/09/03

If it were our prison wall
I would use a sledgehammer
Giving my life to demolish
Warden of organized clamor
If it were my desert oasis
I would use cracking hands
To bury that place forever
And damn surrounding lands

Do not mistake the meaning
I come only for the jester
For funny though he may be
He allowed evils to fester
Gaze upon the simple props
Left here for simple minds
Stare into the hateful sun
For the truth as it blinds

In a desperate last resort
They call me a provocateur
Dispatching armies of lies
Born of fantasies obscured
Though they cannot hurt me
Their ghost in the machine
Now neither judge nor jury
I reside somewhere between

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