Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

But how do you really feel?

Flying to wait,
A stop in the kill.
While soaring
Towards erasure,
Proclamation rules.
Sick delays,
Poison strays.
The laughing,
The moaning,
Rejoicing in
Sinister soliloquies.
Betrayal, unjust.
Filth invading,
Replacing hate.
Hitting love,
Hugs hold
Contemplation.

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