Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sins
Sin is a beautiful thing,
The way it dances, and
The ray of light it brings.
I would be nothing without my sins.
And in being sinful,
I dive into the lower sections
Of this world, for I am told
To not think this way, to not
Do these things, to not act
In this manner.
And I shun this advice entirely.
November 20, 2006
Suge
The way it dances, and
The ray of light it brings.
I would be nothing without my sins.
And in being sinful,
I dive into the lower sections
Of this world, for I am told
To not think this way, to not
Do these things, to not act
In this manner.
And I shun this advice entirely.
November 20, 2006
Suge
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Sins
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