Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Locus
Sear.
A brave strike,
A new scar.
From reality comes
Day dreamers.
It sears,
Lashes my back,
Whips my face,
Laughs at me
While I pray.
From reality comes
Surreality.
On TV,
Conveyed to those
Who lack
Dyspeptics.
From TV comes reality.
The only reality
Most know.
Reality…ha.
Real
Is fake.
Fake is
The same.
There is no genuine.
May 4, 2005
Suge
A brave strike,
A new scar.
From reality comes
Day dreamers.
It sears,
Lashes my back,
Whips my face,
Laughs at me
While I pray.
From reality comes
Surreality.
On TV,
Conveyed to those
Who lack
Dyspeptics.
From TV comes reality.
The only reality
Most know.
Reality…ha.
Real
Is fake.
Fake is
The same.
There is no genuine.
May 4, 2005
Suge
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