Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Sun rays so strong,
Coruscating upon
The filth that is my body.
Rays reaching down
To r@pe me
Of the cold I'm surrounded in.
A revelation!
Sir will call,
My hands will tremble
And down I will cut
While I'm f(u)(c)ked
To brutal terms by
The warmth.
When night falls, it
Will hurt like anal s-x,
But there will be


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