The Southern Devil The Only King of The's blog: "Pure Poetry"

I live in my world and I'm my own King in my world,
Whether it be a garbage dump or in the desert,
Or wherever it may be, I'm my own human being,
You can restrain my body and you can tear my guts out,
Do anything you wish, but I'm still me and you can't take that away,
You can kill the ego, you can kill the pride,
You can kill the want, the desire of a human being,
You can lock him in a cell and you can knock his teeth out,
Smash his brain in but you cannot kill the soul,
You expect to break me?,
Impossible... you broke me years ago, you killed me years ago,
If people knew they couldn't die,
If they couldn't be punished for anything they ever did,
What do you think would happen? Absolute evil,
Strip away the concept of retribution, bring down the walls of fear,
And the true evil nature inside humans would gush forth,
To keep control, we are schooled, taught and programmed,
Against our own natures by the fear instilled in us by grown ups and authority figures,
And it's all a lie... and we're warned not to lie, that it's bad to lie,
But the people who are telling us that, are the people lying to us all the time,
You see, doing good... that's easy, being good is a breeze man,
Just stand in line and do what everybody else is doing,
Doing evil... that takes effort, work, creativity,
The hardest part is afterward, when you have to step back and deal with the rewards,
And one of the most important rewards,
Is that you can never truly understand good till you've done evil!