Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Scythe You

With one swift swipe,
I could cut you down to size not by weaponry
But by knowledge.
My wisdom could scythe you to pieces,
And you'd stand there, emotionless,
Trying to contemplate the thoughts
That I conveyed to you
That you never knew I could think.
I could scythe you with the greatest ease
And I can make you cry.
I don't do these things, though you do deserve
A little bit of pain in your life.
I have too much of a conscience to
Commit harm unto you.

March 31, 2004
Suge


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