Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Seizuring up a vision
You were not supposed to look and see.
They were demons,
From you they took your angel
And replaced it with horrors.
You were not supposed to walk,
And now you lay waste to hopefulness
With your crooked crown,
Your tilted halo.
You were not supposed to feel.
The cool breezes sweeping souls
Under the rug and the way some
God gave you the nerve to
Dream up bigger tragedies
Has marred the beliefs
Of a solemn form of spirituality.
You were supposed to be a guide,
You became a vessel instead.
3-3-11
They were demons,
From you they took your angel
And replaced it with horrors.
You were not supposed to walk,
And now you lay waste to hopefulness
With your crooked crown,
Your tilted halo.
You were not supposed to feel.
The cool breezes sweeping souls
Under the rug and the way some
God gave you the nerve to
Dream up bigger tragedies
Has marred the beliefs
Of a solemn form of spirituality.
You were supposed to be a guide,
You became a vessel instead.
3-3-11
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Seizuring up a vision
Seizuring up a vision
