Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Far be it for me

Far be it for me
To glance upon the deep blue sea,
And want to drown in it,
Like my sorrows, my teeth I grit.

It isn't I who should decide
That death is what should truly reside
In my place. I shouldn't feel this way,
I shouldn't hate myself each day.

I should never have discovered
That death is a cover
For getting out of such a life,
By getting out such a sharp knife.

I'm the one who should be well,
I never believed in hell,
So why should I want to put myself through
The bullsh!t that, within me, always brewed.

I'm calmer now, cooler now,
But why and how?
I am only sent from god's shining light,
I am his star, I am so bright.

November 3, 2004
Suge


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