Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Pins and Needles and Slings and Arrows

Some wind for your fall,
A bitter kiss that pulls you down,
Drowning you in an unfamiliar liquid.
Susurruses racing to your heart,
Puncturing its chambers.
Benevolence creeps up your spine,
An itch triggers your finger to
Assign blame and characterize
Your avarice and stain your
Presence with unrequitted acerbity.
Pressed and poisoned with sliver-like
Pins and needles while
Slings and arrows dominate the
Sodomist within, can you
Count the criminals oozing tears
And deem them honest ones?
Accusations fly faster than fury
While rugged noses prod
Their way into silent demise,
Awaiting their turn to be heroes,
But aiding the enemy in the end,
Where happily ever after
Lies in a gluttonous waste
Of suicidal blood.

June 17, 2007
Suge


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