Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Disease-alicious
My disease
Glitters in
Spikes that
Hit the
Eyes and
Asphyxiates
thought.
Marvelous but
Full of
Flaws, I
Walk across
The arch
To meet
My maker,
A character
Molded from
Clay and
Given life
Through dead
Langauges; I
Fade into
The background.
12-8-09
Glitters in
Spikes that
Hit the
Eyes and
Asphyxiates
thought.
Marvelous but
Full of
Flaws, I
Walk across
The arch
To meet
My maker,
A character
Molded from
Clay and
Given life
Through dead
Langauges; I
Fade into
The background.
12-8-09
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