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Left handed son where have you gone?
Have you went down to the valley of death?
Last time I saw you
your neck was red from the gallows rope
Peeled back raw like an apple’s flesh
Do you walk amongst the shadows
The light inside you dancing past your lips
playing kindling against the shades
like winters chill on hot breath
Now no longer your brothers keeper
No more than your Father’s seeker
Out of step with the world’s meter
Running between the metronome’s clicks
Dagger drawn
Face of flint
No longer the goat outside the pen
You shake the dust of the world from your heels
With each departing step
You found the human race isn’t won with honest strides
It’s fleet footed vulpes double backs
sleight of hand in sheepish guise
Because
There’s no holy glow in the television screens
no divine prophecy in the magazines
Stopped subscribing long ago to what they’re trying to sell me
Trying to soar like a seraphim rise to my feet
Cus patience breeds confidence
Wisdom brings restraint
Tie my own hands together
knowing my enemies have no stake in my fate
nowadays it’s only to martyrs that I can relate
Blood seeds of the willing planted in that concrete
You can Call it Highpower if you wish
But I just call it divine justice with no risk
We all serve a master
just a question of on which altar you sit
So get the bricks
get the mortar and
Take your pick

Joshua Miller:
Left Handed Son where have you gone?
Left Handed Son find your way back home.

Always thought myself to be a middle child of history
No beginning no ending to the cacophonic litany
The world’s vindictive rhythm dictated decisions
Ending in a deadening of my being
by the age of 16
A lack of vision made me want the pity of an early death
Newton said it best
An object at rest stays at rest
Felt for my whole life I had slept
Putting the first law to the test
Prayed for a miracle becoming
a black sheep out of step
So now I straddle cultures
Korean born American raised outside of ethnic infrastructures
Found my worth wasn’t by merit
Rather an inherent inheritance
Thanks to the One who created us from dust
Thus I stand
Forever a left handed son

Joshua Miller:
Left Handed Son where have you gone?
Left Handed Son find your way back home.

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