Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Undeserving Die First
I ponder my penultimate position,
Digging my thoughts deep in a quarry
And watching the tears glisten while my
Sardonic reasoning lessens this realm.
A dearth to lie upon, this homely girl
Gives away pristine gifts, so rare like
A griffin, decisions made jointly by personality.
The esoteric words break into pieces, a
Thousand sapphires of cynicism blister
My serene skin, and I cascade away.
To effervesce my feelings, they become
Enchanted and stale while I worry in silence
Of the clarity I now behold and begin to pray
For certitude though I am quite undeserving.
10-25-10
Digging my thoughts deep in a quarry
And watching the tears glisten while my
Sardonic reasoning lessens this realm.
A dearth to lie upon, this homely girl
Gives away pristine gifts, so rare like
A griffin, decisions made jointly by personality.
The esoteric words break into pieces, a
Thousand sapphires of cynicism blister
My serene skin, and I cascade away.
To effervesce my feelings, they become
Enchanted and stale while I worry in silence
Of the clarity I now behold and begin to pray
For certitude though I am quite undeserving.
10-25-10
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The Undeserving Die First
The Undeserving Die First
