Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Perquisition

We know not of
What we search for,
With our feathers
Swaying with the wind.
You couldn't change
They way it all turned out,
It was planned.

I'm trying to need
Any kind of change,
But my body has
Rejected most changes.

Here I am,
As screwed up
As I've ever been.

I do suppose
It's worse.

I'm stuck here,
Beside me sits
My rotten anger.

And now, my
Anger travels elsewhere.

October 24, 2005
Suge



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