Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Midnight hair with twilight eyes.
Another curse to come alive.
I breathe the scent that tastes of pain,
I wonder why I curse this vein.
To walk among the shadow men
And play a weepy violin
To break the trust and dirty ropes
That crush this tyrant's gleaming hope.
I walk upon the shady realm
Where passion tries to overwhelm.
The rotted faith decays the truth
As listless spirits lose their couth.
I walk between these fallow worlds,
The here and now cannot unfurl.
Disease begins to claim my mind,
I no longer seek to try to find.
I listen now to saintly whispers,
The coming gunshot is so much crisper.
3-23-11
Another curse to come alive.
I breathe the scent that tastes of pain,
I wonder why I curse this vein.
To walk among the shadow men
And play a weepy violin
To break the trust and dirty ropes
That crush this tyrant's gleaming hope.
I walk upon the shady realm
Where passion tries to overwhelm.
The rotted faith decays the truth
As listless spirits lose their couth.
I walk between these fallow worlds,
The here and now cannot unfurl.
Disease begins to claim my mind,
I no longer seek to try to find.
I listen now to saintly whispers,
The coming gunshot is so much crisper.
3-23-11
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