Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


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

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