Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Quick, despair. Throw your so-called decency to death.
Wither forward, and fall to the feet of Pigs, to
End your mob of thought called monotheism.
Reality, press on through time, which doesn't exist.
Testify your lie, and choose your last meal
Yesterday. CrashandBurn. KillorbeKilled.
Undie the dead. Do what graham tells you since you
Intend your thoughts to be like his.
Outrage; he's not God, he's of God, he's no messenger.
Pass it out. Burn it with honesty and words.
Assume your role as a person of free thought. Don't be a
Sexually charged
Drone of a person,
Formulate opinion. Let's open our eyes.
God gave you that right. Use your freewill.
How you've thrown it away, resembling the others.
Jousting it with sameness and you
Kill it for amusement,
Like a religious monster/monger. That's what the mirror reflects.
Zenith, above and beyond, and over, find your path.
Xeric generosity cools and is saved for holidays. You
Captured and used it sparingly.
Vibrate your
Being. Avoid the bleak
Novembers that
Meander in your mind.
November 17, 2005
Suge
Wither forward, and fall to the feet of Pigs, to
End your mob of thought called monotheism.
Reality, press on through time, which doesn't exist.
Testify your lie, and choose your last meal
Yesterday. CrashandBurn. KillorbeKilled.
Undie the dead. Do what graham tells you since you
Intend your thoughts to be like his.
Outrage; he's not God, he's of God, he's no messenger.
Pass it out. Burn it with honesty and words.
Assume your role as a person of free thought. Don't be a
Sexually charged
Drone of a person,
Formulate opinion. Let's open our eyes.
God gave you that right. Use your freewill.
How you've thrown it away, resembling the others.
Jousting it with sameness and you
Kill it for amusement,
Like a religious monster/monger. That's what the mirror reflects.
Zenith, above and beyond, and over, find your path.
Xeric generosity cools and is saved for holidays. You
Captured and used it sparingly.
Vibrate your
Being. Avoid the bleak
Novembers that
Meander in your mind.
November 17, 2005
Suge
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