Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

The world looks different when you take away the miracles

You are looking for a
Fairy tale ending,
In a place where
Fairy tales don't exist.

She took from you
A piece of your heart,
And then,
Held it for ransom.

Is there no price
You'd pay
To get it back?

Perhaps a miracle
Would work in your favor...

November 18, 2006
Suge


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The world looks different when you take away the miracles

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