Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

I think everything is slightly what it used to be

You let me take you to
The bottom, a torrid
Hell that makes sense.

I let you take me to
The top, a soft, cloudy
Heaven that makes no sense.

You found perfection
In the sound mind of your
Precious peers.

I found perfection,
And even beauty, in all
Things shattered and broken.

And then we decided,
Perfect wasn't worth it.

September 29, 2006
Suge


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