Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
When in doubt...
So red, so rose.
All blood, such throes.
Heart aflutter, a gift.
No hands to uplift.
The sinner is saint,
The rules, quite quaint.
When in doubt,
Slit it out.
6-30-11
All blood, such throes.
Heart aflutter, a gift.
No hands to uplift.
The sinner is saint,
The rules, quite quaint.
When in doubt,
Slit it out.
6-30-11
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