The connade continues, the carnage unfolds. Dreams of the youth are vertigo from the drugs. Soon turned to thugs, who praise guns. Innocence lives not in their hearts. Callous drug dealers lure the callow youth, its calamitous, the ambitious dreamers now in ambulances, hearers, jail cells, darkness, sadness, mysery, fatal injuries, prostitution, addiction and abyss pain.They possess Red eyes that can't see through lies. Bestowing dream killers is blasphemous. The ember in their hands descends disunity and calms their anger which they never had till they inhaled that death breath. Let them laugh while you take their innocence and later their precious lives. Their lives are precious but you take them, you take them, you condemn them and I beg you to relieve them.
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