Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Jaundiced
His sallow skin, the yellow
Of my nightmares, jaundiced
Into immortal sickness, his
Soul coughing blood upon my
Being and I stumble to see.
But I am blind to his bruises,
His sufferings and his slits.
A cacophany of dread climbs
Up from the sludge of my belly,
Threatening obliteration with
One solemn word, strong enough
To tear apart the finer pieces
Of an otherworldly spine.
I'm not stronger than the demons
Plaguing my beliefs, I'm not
Stronger than the angels praying
Hope down upon me, and I am as
Simple as an infant, crawling
Around and curious, with no
Worry for consequence.
6-16-10
Of my nightmares, jaundiced
Into immortal sickness, his
Soul coughing blood upon my
Being and I stumble to see.
But I am blind to his bruises,
His sufferings and his slits.
A cacophany of dread climbs
Up from the sludge of my belly,
Threatening obliteration with
One solemn word, strong enough
To tear apart the finer pieces
Of an otherworldly spine.
I'm not stronger than the demons
Plaguing my beliefs, I'm not
Stronger than the angels praying
Hope down upon me, and I am as
Simple as an infant, crawling
Around and curious, with no
Worry for consequence.
6-16-10
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