Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Deep Within The Ground
His peevish stare,
Like poisonous barbs into my heart,
For years kept my words in retreat.
My stone cold mind is a bit tarnished,
And he made sure that his stabs were felt.
Throw me in a sepulchre,
Deep within the ground so that
When I weep, it is a sound that only
The worms will endure.
Will god properly judge the fiend
Who stole too much from me?
The days look grim from afar.
The disturbance of sleep no longer
Offers me solace from such a crook.
7-8-11
Like poisonous barbs into my heart,
For years kept my words in retreat.
My stone cold mind is a bit tarnished,
And he made sure that his stabs were felt.
Throw me in a sepulchre,
Deep within the ground so that
When I weep, it is a sound that only
The worms will endure.
Will god properly judge the fiend
Who stole too much from me?
The days look grim from afar.
The disturbance of sleep no longer
Offers me solace from such a crook.
7-8-11
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Deep Within The Ground
Deep Within The Ground
