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I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,
God leaves alone.
'Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
the dark one, that other me? '
1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALS
In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,
he oversteps the bounds of reality
into a state of altered awareness.
I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.
Once a great guitar contortionist
alluded to the Axis
He provided peculiar clues
to a mystery that still hadn't been solved
Your favorite corruption!
Your alcoholic corruption!
Your crazy corruption!
Your infernal corruption!
Eye for an eye and blood for blood”
Revenge must be sought even if having no food
it reminds us of primitive days of stone and wood
Many civilizations have swept away or buried after flood,
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,
Purges the eyes, and moves the bowels,
And drenches handkerchiefs like towels
I have sipped, with drooping lashes,
Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;
I have flourished brandy-smashes
In the wildest sort of way;
He lies near to death
Dying in the dust
Broken and forgot.
Love u love for the love you gave
love u love for the love time we had
love u love for our lovely fights
love u love for always getting right
Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge.
Easily to shed the snow,
And the untaught Spring is wise
Drugs made Pauline vague.
She sat one day at the breakfast table
Fingering in a baffled way
The fronds of the maidenhair plant.
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
The not-incurious in God's handiwork
(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,
Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,
The innocent were slaughtered
So many years ago
In the town of Bethlehem
Slew by an evil foe
thieves steal livelihood food from citizens children's mouths
because people in Indonesia believe in moral accountability
because people in Indonesia believe in social accountability
because people in Indonesia believe in religious accountability
Guns are inanimate objects
Which causes dire and horrendous effects,
And only people can ever pull their trigger
Mostly with sheer excitement and vigor.
When a man took drugs, it wasn't intelligent or nifty.
Drugs killed him one year ago today at the age of 50.
He was born in 1971 and perished after living on this earth for five decades.
Doing Meth and other drugs ended the life of a man who was named Wade.
When my friend was a teenager, he started smoking pot.
If you're wondering if my friend is still alive, sadly, he's not.
The pot that he smoked led him to take worse drugs like Meth.
All John cared about was getting high and it caused his death.
Drugs you might be
But I'm strong enough
To stand my ground
The doctors filled nightmare, can nightmares be healed, being in a stage of hell narcotic pleasure, never to move again with being comfortably numb, the people will cry for the dose that push him over, so does it save us all or kill him sad with addicting nature, so many die and plausible heaven stillness, the suicide was the answer to dress but in all anger filled rage unknown to all as a good time, ignorance kills the blind man once, the drugs kill him twice, god does the rest, your blind I have told you before, but you forget, being wrong doesn't make two right, thanks for the pain that is left with nothing but anger, you can't escape from your mind, just enough karma of the blows for the drugs to roll, the seizures cut the light unhearing unending darkness.
I have traveled to countries far and wide;
in Spain: Barcelona, Madrid and Vigo
I have seen people buying weed
just like buying chocolates from a shop;
Love and drugs won't ever mix
Together they are not a fix,
Together they cannot ever survive
One wants you dead, and the other wants you alive.
These are not drugs made of powder or liquid
Or drugs that are sniffed in dark alleys
Or drugs that are injected in damaged veins
These are drugs that are manufactured deep in the human psyche
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