Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Cooties
I died in my sleep last night.
Was I your unruly ghost?
But exorcisms left me blind,
Un-favored by the host.
Your eyes were just a dream to me,
A nightmare to kill me twice.
I awaken in the dead of day,
Your words consist of lice.
And like a louse, you feed on me.
I have no more to give.
But you will take till I am weak,
Just so you can live.
February 1, 2008
Suge
Was I your unruly ghost?
But exorcisms left me blind,
Un-favored by the host.
Your eyes were just a dream to me,
A nightmare to kill me twice.
I awaken in the dead of day,
Your words consist of lice.
And like a louse, you feed on me.
I have no more to give.
But you will take till I am weak,
Just so you can live.
February 1, 2008
Suge
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