Heavenly High Poem by Paul Fisher

Beg for mercy
And you shall get
A little dirt filled pride
Injection through your dead son
A new kind of luscious liquid
Lovely attire full of dirty worms
Dirty with your blood
Unclean at the breaking point
Needles navigate
Setting sail throughout
The blood of your dead heart
Now you know (now)
A heavenly high is overrated
In this land
Of a poison filled goblet
Dripping on your dream
Filling you with hate
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