Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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You are tainted like torn edges from a book.
The shame is a legion of words spreading
Across your face like a rash of lies.
You drown in falsities and cry foul,
Never caring of lives you've wasted down to nothing.
A magnificent creature you are, colored only
In deceit and malevolence.
Your reward is souls you've crushed beyond recognition,
A voyage you sneer your way through.
I lay flowers for the dying entities, the
Beings you've whittled into bones.
Their tears you gather in buckets, smiling while
You savor the smell of certain death.
5-24-12
The shame is a legion of words spreading
Across your face like a rash of lies.
You drown in falsities and cry foul,
Never caring of lives you've wasted down to nothing.
A magnificent creature you are, colored only
In deceit and malevolence.
Your reward is souls you've crushed beyond recognition,
A voyage you sneer your way through.
I lay flowers for the dying entities, the
Beings you've whittled into bones.
Their tears you gather in buckets, smiling while
You savor the smell of certain death.
5-24-12
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