Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Master

Yes, you can smile,
But not too hard.
Let's not confuse
The Mr. in the corner.
Instead of being thoughtful,
Try being dead.
Eyes are misleading,
Frowning feigned,
Jesus, you used to be
Original, now you are
Ten of a kind.

January 2, 2008
Suge


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