A sinister grin,
begins to show upon my face.
A premonition of something evil.
I can seem to help the way you feel.
Like a nice guy he offers her a taste.
He draws you in.
He offers you some more,
but the night’s not over,
She cant get high for free of course.
Deep inside its dark secret walls,
blood-thirsty-cold creatures silently crawl.
Where Evil Demons, willingly wait,
for innocence to walk,
across their gate.
A gate to Hell, or maybe worse,
she'll get turned out,
by the Demons inside,
with there evil curse.
Filled with demonic lust,
mixed with alittle hate,
they search endlessly,
they need a mate.
Can't save her now,
she's chosen her fate?
She feel's the scratch,
of the Demon’s claw.
Upon her breast,
it begins to gnaw.
Tasting her flesh,
upon my tongue,
now you are mine,
and she was so young.
Many women entered,
never to return.
For if my friend
you cannot tell.
She has just been sentenced
to, Crystal Meth Madness Hell!
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i feel the pain of the addiction, and how cunning it is - to find yourself an addict when you were just a normal person.
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this is a good on
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I am concerned about this! It is one thing to enter the spiritual realm through Buddhism,
yet another to be a Shaman and enter through hallucinogenic help but Meth is not a bridge to infinity, just a mega-destroyer, creeping into the lives of people searching for god. I don’t believe in god but I have been much higher that any mountain, far past the atmosphere and I can tell you that Meth doesn’t even sound close to the truth. It isn’t god it is death. The next time you hear a singing bird recognize the highest manifestation and know that Meth is a lie.
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