Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The harpsichord drones on, the mind is stronger than the body
The slit will heal,
Stay still.
You are a monster
Catapulting sound
Into the silence.
Your mouth is a
Trebuchet slinging
Rage into an already
Crimson world.
Love gave you armor,
And then speared you
In the belly.
The war of earth,
We aren't allowed to contend.
The battlefield spotty
With bodies, greaves
Littering the air and
You, the walking dead girl
With a spike in her neck.
Shivering and whining
Like you want to die
Another death.
I dashed the devil
And had a run through
With arch angels
And still I stand tall.
My bones are brittle and
My heart has begun to
Slow and you, sitting there,
Letting the world go to hell.
2-22-10
Stay still.
You are a monster
Catapulting sound
Into the silence.
Your mouth is a
Trebuchet slinging
Rage into an already
Crimson world.
Love gave you armor,
And then speared you
In the belly.
The war of earth,
We aren't allowed to contend.
The battlefield spotty
With bodies, greaves
Littering the air and
You, the walking dead girl
With a spike in her neck.
Shivering and whining
Like you want to die
Another death.
I dashed the devil
And had a run through
With arch angels
And still I stand tall.
My bones are brittle and
My heart has begun to
Slow and you, sitting there,
Letting the world go to hell.
2-22-10
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The harpsichord drones on, the mind is stronger than the body
The harpsichord drones on, the mind is stronger than the body
