Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bourn
Cross my heart
And hope to die,
Or cry
A river upon the
Plot that will
Someday hold a
Body.
Not mine,
You can't have
It, as I plan
To throw it in
A river of flame,
Even though
Fire and
Brimstone have
Never been
Fairy tales I
Ever believed in.
Just kiss my
Eyes as they
Close in a
Forever way and
Hope my ashes
Spread nicely and
My soul goes home.
August 2, 2006
Suge
And hope to die,
Or cry
A river upon the
Plot that will
Someday hold a
Body.
Not mine,
You can't have
It, as I plan
To throw it in
A river of flame,
Even though
Fire and
Brimstone have
Never been
Fairy tales I
Ever believed in.
Just kiss my
Eyes as they
Close in a
Forever way and
Hope my ashes
Spread nicely and
My soul goes home.
August 2, 2006
Suge
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