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Chaos, A Calmed Storm


Are you high? Don't lie. No use. Misuse? Misunderstood. Miss Independent Thought she could. All Alone Hold the phone. This is her life! Her knife. Her blood. Craving Control. She's the director, Meth is her show. She, Isn't me. She, Found Love An olive branch In the mouth of a Dove. Evil? It's out there. Scared? You should be. It kills. It steals. It destroys. But what? You! Get a clue. It doesn't have to try Don't deny. You consume it Until it consumes you. Did you forget what's true? Have you ever known? Have you ever flown? I have, sky high, and I could justify. Or did I just lie? I did. You do too. Love is out there; It becuns you! God is love, And He is light. Evil is What clouds your sight.
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