He was walking down a lonely street
that naughty little boy of mine
he was clutching something in his clasped hands
so I asked him, what are your wares

He staggered in his steps
looked at me most inept
told me to give him mercy
for what he had in my jar

Hot tar filled the streets of pain
as my brother confessed to all his sins
I could of killed him there and then
but I know the countries he has been

I took the jar off him
shook my fist at him
and told him in kind words
go to the one within

I tally not from the god's of mars
or those beyond the reason of stars
we came from so far
to covert, what's in this jar

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris