Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
In the first place
Needle long,
Breaks the skin,
Muscle pierced.
Injected,
Infected.
Another strand of evil.
All pain,
All day.
Gain nothing,
Lose everything.
Get up,
Start again.
Tomorrow is
Tomorrow.
Believe:
Structure of
Face peeled
To its
Exterior,
Until nothing
Now remains.
It is the
Best nothing
You ever had.
And you've had
Nothing
All along.
Poised
As perfect
Lessens
Existence.
There is no
Existence.
Scrape away
Deadened
Flesh,
Burned and killed
By the
Stench of
False hope.
Your victories
Are day-long
Sufferings
For someone else.
Important as
The egg that
Ovulates
Is the mind
Untouched
By deceit.
Feel you;
Through your wind
A poison comes to
Kill the mood.
Much like
Exhumed bodies,
Sensitivity
Crumbles when
Handled roughly.
Like ancient walls,
Like dirty secrets.
Well into
A bleeding heart,
Stick in
The scalpel.
Make it
Better.
There is no
Better.
Feel the flesh
Torn from the
Heads of
Lesser attitudes,
Excuse the
Lies that
Rip your tongue
Out,
Leaves you
Without lesson.
Gouges bruise
Reality, plunges
The dirty knife
Into the liver
Of those who
Never cared
For it
In the first place.
Breathing tubes
And
Defibrillators
Cannot
Resurrect the
Past, no more
Than God can.
Stick in
The IV,
Hydrate the
Sedated
Realism
That was killed
By devastation,
By trauma,
And daytime drama;
Killed by the,
By bad taste,
And choices;
Let forth an
Emergence
Of righteousness,
Since we murdered it
Hundreds of years ago.
September 29, 2005
Suge
Breaks the skin,
Muscle pierced.
Injected,
Infected.
Another strand of evil.
All pain,
All day.
Gain nothing,
Lose everything.
Get up,
Start again.
Tomorrow is
Tomorrow.
Believe:
Structure of
Face peeled
To its
Exterior,
Until nothing
Now remains.
It is the
Best nothing
You ever had.
And you've had
Nothing
All along.
Poised
As perfect
Lessens
Existence.
There is no
Existence.
Scrape away
Deadened
Flesh,
Burned and killed
By the
Stench of
False hope.
Your victories
Are day-long
Sufferings
For someone else.
Important as
The egg that
Ovulates
Is the mind
Untouched
By deceit.
Feel you;
Through your wind
A poison comes to
Kill the mood.
Much like
Exhumed bodies,
Sensitivity
Crumbles when
Handled roughly.
Like ancient walls,
Like dirty secrets.
Well into
A bleeding heart,
Stick in
The scalpel.
Make it
Better.
There is no
Better.
Feel the flesh
Torn from the
Heads of
Lesser attitudes,
Excuse the
Lies that
Rip your tongue
Out,
Leaves you
Without lesson.
Gouges bruise
Reality, plunges
The dirty knife
Into the liver
Of those who
Never cared
For it
In the first place.
Breathing tubes
And
Defibrillators
Cannot
Resurrect the
Past, no more
Than God can.
Stick in
The IV,
Hydrate the
Sedated
Realism
That was killed
By devastation,
By trauma,
And daytime drama;
Killed by the,
By bad taste,
And choices;
Let forth an
Emergence
Of righteousness,
Since we murdered it
Hundreds of years ago.
September 29, 2005
Suge
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