Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Riding Red

Oh, little red riding hood,
There hides the wolf
That waits behind trees
To rape the young of
Their much desire innocence.

You're going to get it,
Become what adulthood
Should be but becoming
What adulthood truly is.

November 1, 2005
Suge


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