Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

There Is

There is only hours…

There is only freakishly fragile moments
Between mother and daughter
Before one says something
To shatter the other.

There is only fears and tears
That can be traded in for
Antagonism between a pair of people
Who each have lost respect
For one another.

There is only hell (earth) and
There is only hate and
There is only nothing.

July 12, 2004
Suge


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