Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
You had interesting penmanship
You were so innocent,
Running around, stealing hearts
And creating a new kind of fire
That burns for days after
Its been put out.
I should have seen you coming,
A heart of thunder,
And a soul of storm,
You pressed upon me the love
I knew could reside in power.
I always knew your furor
Would bring me down
To the depths of cataclysm.
And I loved the way it tickeled,
And the way you hurt me,
Like I had never been hurt before.
It was a murderous kind of day,
Slaughtered with the soil of unhindered bliss.
February 10th, 2007
Suge
Running around, stealing hearts
And creating a new kind of fire
That burns for days after
Its been put out.
I should have seen you coming,
A heart of thunder,
And a soul of storm,
You pressed upon me the love
I knew could reside in power.
I always knew your furor
Would bring me down
To the depths of cataclysm.
And I loved the way it tickeled,
And the way you hurt me,
Like I had never been hurt before.
It was a murderous kind of day,
Slaughtered with the soil of unhindered bliss.
February 10th, 2007
Suge
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You had interesting penmanship
You had interesting penmanship
