Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I have a box of things I want to give you
I wanted to give you the splendor of my kiss.
I wanted to give you the stain of my cold embrace.
I wanted to cloud your vision.
I wanted to turn you into a fool.
I wanted to give you shame.
I wanted to give you frustrations.
I wanted to give you herpes simplex virus,
But I didn't have it handy...
Shame washes over me, for I would
Take you down
To my depths.
I was given a punishment.
And so begins a slaughter of words.
June 5, 2007
Suge
I wanted to give you the stain of my cold embrace.
I wanted to cloud your vision.
I wanted to turn you into a fool.
I wanted to give you shame.
I wanted to give you frustrations.
I wanted to give you herpes simplex virus,
But I didn't have it handy...
Shame washes over me, for I would
Take you down
To my depths.
I was given a punishment.
And so begins a slaughter of words.
June 5, 2007
Suge
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I have a box of things I want to give you
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