Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Touched

Fear resides in your beady little eyes.
I grab it, and keep it for myself.
I play these games with you,
Keep you detained long enough to touch you,
Then release you into this diseased world.
I'm sorry, I couldn't keep you
Long enough to know your name,
Only long enough to feel your soul.

August 7, 2006
Suge


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