Drugs
You murdering demon of meth,
Throwing your hellish net,
Casting, pulling, destroying a soul,
A helpless addict has no control.
Every narcotic pain pill made,
Created to help, but came to stay,
Depression now fills their head.
A life now lost, a person soon dead.
Drugs drugs, a powerful force.
Abusing children, causing devorce,
You fill the prison's so many cells
A life of crime then dragged to hell.
Alcohol no innocent friend,
A social drink soon all condemned,
Man wants to have demotion over every kind,
But ha cannot control his own addicted mind.
Drugs drugs the only desease chosen good days past, destiny now frozen. Created to help you often kill, robbing the pocket, stealing the will.
There is no exemption gender or wage, drugs demand a heavy wage
You'll pay now, and you'll pay later to
As health and sanity are soon rained from you.
The headstone sits among Thorny shrub's. It reads a life taken by drugs. there is room in the cemetery for many more he choose to open that awful door.
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