Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Body at Red Rock River
He had numbers ticking down,
Above his crown;
So few numbers, he hadn't a clue.
Calm and stoic,
Clueless.
As he walked across the parking lot.
I feared for his final breath
Knowing when it could come.
August 4 2009
Above his crown;
So few numbers, he hadn't a clue.
Calm and stoic,
Clueless.
As he walked across the parking lot.
I feared for his final breath
Knowing when it could come.
August 4 2009
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Body at Red Rock River
Body at Red Rock River
