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I Myself
The urge to destroy in some
Is great, and like a magnet
They are drawn to the object
Their woefully subtle fingers
Would destroy, and seeking palms
Caress their horror, biding adieu
To the offending structure
With a smile at the discontent
Of others, and the pure glee
In takeing what they value
Only to have it meet its amusing end
They would heave the hideous desire
Of others, over any edge or summit
