Screaming, Feeling, Touching, Searching;
hoping to be set free from this torture.
Eyes, open wide, agony, ripping through every vein and bone.
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try going to God... you'll be found... it's not silly or illogical... believe me.... i've tried it... anyway, poem is expressed!
A powerful poem, are the forbidden tracks needle lines? Seems to go with 'a substance that is made to ruin and conquer the world'... 'to devour our mind, Body-n-Soul'. This reads with the junkies driving passion 'the thought of feeling high' and the stoner's pipe you want to bury. If you are among the 'Souls, so many become numb, only the taste of condemnation, lingering on the tongue', then choices as always are still yours. God Bless.