Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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1.
Carefully packing despair,
Aren't her hands sore
From speaking?
Where has her aimlessness
Taken her and why
Isn't this something
Properly mapped?

2.
Marshed over by my
Own damning thoughts,
I'm throwing caution
To the wind and
The wind is throwing
It back into my face
While I scream
"Jesus Christ!"

(superstar)

3.
Jesus was here, to help,
But I pray (prey) hard
And perhaps my
Prayers are intercepted
By an unknown diety.

Jesus was too late;
God was too late.
And I was too late to reiterate.

4.
I must have been
The perfect freak show
Until she came along
And showed me what a
Freak really was.
Then all I could do was
Shudder and cast glares,
Anger and pity to her face.
She was always lazy,
And too lazy to
Return the favor.

5.
Such is life,
That I would spit truth
Into someone's face,
Only to have them spit
Childish names into mine.

Fair isn't fair enough.

July 9, 2007
Suge


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