Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I’m standing on the ledge
Looking for the knife that
Will carve me out of this life.
I’ve grown tired of helping and then
Out comes a man,
Beer battered and saddened by loss,
And I lead him to a lighter dimension
Of this world.
I just wish I were able to lead myself
To the same salvation,
But I am stuck in truancy.
My mind is so separate from my body, as is my soul.
I don’t care about your heart’s soliloquy,
I can hear it but will ignore it for
Tonight is the night of angel’s,
And god’s messenger of earth
Shall remain a sacred secret,
So you deal with that.
Sometimes, with all that Jesus had to go through,
I wonder if he ever pondered taking a knife to his wrists,
As I have often thought of doing to mine.
July 25, 2004
Looking for the knife that
Will carve me out of this life.
I’ve grown tired of helping and then
Out comes a man,
Beer battered and saddened by loss,
And I lead him to a lighter dimension
Of this world.
I just wish I were able to lead myself
To the same salvation,
But I am stuck in truancy.
My mind is so separate from my body, as is my soul.
I don’t care about your heart’s soliloquy,
I can hear it but will ignore it for
Tonight is the night of angel’s,
And god’s messenger of earth
Shall remain a sacred secret,
So you deal with that.
Sometimes, with all that Jesus had to go through,
I wonder if he ever pondered taking a knife to his wrists,
As I have often thought of doing to mine.
July 25, 2004
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