Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Halo's

I know what
Tired
Feels like and
I cannot grasp
The sleep,
Because I'm
Too afraid of
Waking up.

The depressive
Current pushes me
To places I've never
Thought to dwell in.

Like Halo's
Stamped on discs,
The know the
Order
From which I came,
So I know the
Order in which I'll leave.

There is no pleasure
In knowing these things,
But if they make me
Closer
To you, then
I'm all for it.

October 31, 2005
Suge


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