Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Shadow Man
Jesus and his sleeping beauty
Jacking off thoughts while
Reaping the benefits of a prophecy
Filled with holes.
Within his bag of tricks lies
The key to apocalypse
And he fingers it like the
Cut from a fresh virgin.
He was a shadow man and
Dancing disasters made him feral.
Wildly sniffing the bud
Of every rose, he tainted
The common man with tales
Of his father own
All of existence.
Because no one lives forever,
He passed into the silhouettes
That held him high
And made him god.
When the gates of heaven would
Not open for his grand arrival,
He woke up.
January 14, 2010
Jacking off thoughts while
Reaping the benefits of a prophecy
Filled with holes.
Within his bag of tricks lies
The key to apocalypse
And he fingers it like the
Cut from a fresh virgin.
He was a shadow man and
Dancing disasters made him feral.
Wildly sniffing the bud
Of every rose, he tainted
The common man with tales
Of his father own
All of existence.
Because no one lives forever,
He passed into the silhouettes
That held him high
And made him god.
When the gates of heaven would
Not open for his grand arrival,
He woke up.
January 14, 2010
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