Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Kill away

Jordie slips on a pair of pants
Over his wooden limbs, stiff
From the cold emitted from thought.
His 27 years threw disgust to
Eat away and burn through the
Holy, to engulf his memories in
Ugly black bitter bile, stuck to
The corners of his cobwebbed mind.
He sticks his fingers in his ears,
Eyes flooded with tears and walks
Away into the unknown, one final
Decision to implement, one choice
To kill away the disembodied.

5-14-10


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