Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Conquest

I came.
I saw.
I f--ked it all up.
I lived.
I died.
I became corrupt.
I breathed.
I stopped.
I drank the water.
I choke.
I drown.
My heart, you slaughter.
You gave.
You received.
I laughed until tears.
You stole.
You lied.
I swallow my fears.
You mix.
You match.
You make no sense.
You smile.
You frown.
We are not dense.

The pieces are too small to glue back together.

March 25, 2007
Suge


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Conquest

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