Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
After five
In the afterthought of twilight
As the ghostly foothprints
Disappear after five,
I am thrown into the
Doubt of dreams,
Tantruming and howling at
The futures I am seeing,
Yet unable to control.
All people with
Countdown numbers above their heads,
Where a halo should sit.
August 20th, 2009
As the ghostly foothprints
Disappear after five,
I am thrown into the
Doubt of dreams,
Tantruming and howling at
The futures I am seeing,
Yet unable to control.
All people with
Countdown numbers above their heads,
Where a halo should sit.
August 20th, 2009
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After five
After five
