Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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Whatever you find in me,
Know that it is shared with the world.
Ram your fist into the mirror,
Break it like a broken past.
Your punctilious habits anger me,
Your attempts to persuade me
To get your interests
Only keep me red in anger.

October 18, 2004
Suge


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