Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Shouldn't we all have gilded wings?

They say wings represent the value of freedom.
I say, show me a man who can fly.

Crash landing.
I see nothing in the skies for now.

On the ground,
Shackles.

9-1-11


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