Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Gods Vendetta
What possesses ones mind
To puncture their flesh
With a small but sharp knife?
Why can't we set these
Thoughts and feelings aside
And start living a better life?
Why is it harder for some,
And easier for others?
I wish I were the one
Suffering an ailment.
I wish it were I who was dying
Because when my aunt dies,
More people will mourn her
Than if I were to die.
I just want to alleviate the sadness,
Why should so many of us
Suffer sorrow?
Why does it seem like only
My family has to constantly
Go through the mourning?
Why does it seem like
God has a vendetta against me?
April 11, 2004
Suge
To puncture their flesh
With a small but sharp knife?
Why can't we set these
Thoughts and feelings aside
And start living a better life?
Why is it harder for some,
And easier for others?
I wish I were the one
Suffering an ailment.
I wish it were I who was dying
Because when my aunt dies,
More people will mourn her
Than if I were to die.
I just want to alleviate the sadness,
Why should so many of us
Suffer sorrow?
Why does it seem like only
My family has to constantly
Go through the mourning?
Why does it seem like
God has a vendetta against me?
April 11, 2004
Suge
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Gods Vendetta
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