Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Dark as a grim, she spills
Her insidious ideas and wills
A revelation to grow deep.
Within the confines, your mind will leap.
As you atone your wicked past
And deny this prickling voice so fast
At work, the raving bodies will rise.
She is no sinner or a saint, but size
Her up and revel in the stark
Rash haste she makes and sparks
Malcontent upon the ill at heart.
A reservior is she, she will depart
And taunt you, dancing upon morass
While you, sly dog, you try to pass.
Diligence be damned!
To the wall you are slammed!
You'll become opaque, so rare,
See the beast inside her lair.
A myriad of believers call her god,
She's a prisoner, she is flawed.
And living in her private limbo,
Thoughts amass, arms akimbo.
She undulates her prayers,
Fights resistance with flair.
But always lost, she grabs the blade.
Into a quagmire she shall fade.
No oubliette to house her soul,
Her resilience drowns, a six foot hole
Will swallow her putrid remains.
Upon your will lies intrinsic stains.
And though she fought without fear,
A fallacy did drown this seer.
11-10-09
Her insidious ideas and wills
A revelation to grow deep.
Within the confines, your mind will leap.
As you atone your wicked past
And deny this prickling voice so fast
At work, the raving bodies will rise.
She is no sinner or a saint, but size
Her up and revel in the stark
Rash haste she makes and sparks
Malcontent upon the ill at heart.
A reservior is she, she will depart
And taunt you, dancing upon morass
While you, sly dog, you try to pass.
Diligence be damned!
To the wall you are slammed!
You'll become opaque, so rare,
See the beast inside her lair.
A myriad of believers call her god,
She's a prisoner, she is flawed.
And living in her private limbo,
Thoughts amass, arms akimbo.
She undulates her prayers,
Fights resistance with flair.
But always lost, she grabs the blade.
Into a quagmire she shall fade.
No oubliette to house her soul,
Her resilience drowns, a six foot hole
Will swallow her putrid remains.
Upon your will lies intrinsic stains.
And though she fought without fear,
A fallacy did drown this seer.
11-10-09
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