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beyond and beyond
brown sugar and
cinnamon morning
coffee in my
cup
coffin nails in
my head
i won't climb to
the top of the
mountain any
longer
instead
I'll tear the fucking
mountain down and
bring the top to me
live now
die now
it matters
little
we are bolts of
lightening flying
across a night
dark sky
our fury, looking
for an ancient
tree of wisdom
to splinter
as we scream
towards a
hollow
God
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