Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Waiting to pull the trigger
And dance my tongue around
The idea of silver into flesh.
The volume of karma ringing
Down angels to maroon me,
Has me filled with regrets and doubts.
My cleavage heaves, my heart
Will cease with time as I puff out
Smokey pleas of terror.
Perhaps the ground is the best
Place for me, a jinx set upon
Society to rule, not destroy.


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