Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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My feelings, so worthy of asphyxiation,
Deluged with tears and drowning
In their own piss stained lies.
How they led me to feel, doused me
With scintillation and drenched me in remorse.
Trust no one, least of all yourself.
When I immerse myself in the moment,
I can obliterate the world with my rage and
Suffocate the innocent with my insanity.
I'm a swamp of sensory overloads,
Awaiting the fool who will rescue me.
1-3-12
Deluged with tears and drowning
In their own piss stained lies.
How they led me to feel, doused me
With scintillation and drenched me in remorse.
Trust no one, least of all yourself.
When I immerse myself in the moment,
I can obliterate the world with my rage and
Suffocate the innocent with my insanity.
I'm a swamp of sensory overloads,
Awaiting the fool who will rescue me.
1-3-12
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