Steps
I know the steps you take to death
when the killer is AIDS and your body is the victim
I watched my cousin diminish piece by piece
Due to the lack of well-needed protection
The killer is AIDS and his body was the victim
A mere moment of pleasure, for eternal pain
He could not fathom the disease that he had gained
Watching him suffer was torture indeed
A mere moment of pleasure, ending in pain
He didn't just harm himself but the family too
For the best education what would you do?
I know the steps you take to death...
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