Poetry

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Try me, I'm a drug that makes you feel so nice,
I'm Crystal Meth which I'm just a small price.
When you're sad and you want to forget, use me, I'm the key,
I will make those problems go away, watch and see.

Oh don't listen to that awful man,
He can't make you feel as good as I can.
That man claims to be a servant of the lord,
Turn your back and forget his every word.

Don"t cry and let your tears fall,
Do another line, I will help you forget it all.
What was that? Why are you praying?
Get up off your knees, you don't know what you're saying.

As the tears streak down your weary sad face,
Our Lord stepped in to show you his Grace.
The Lord said, "My child, you don't need Crystal Meth"
All it leads to is your untimely, painful death."

"Listen to my words my precious child,
I died for you, not to see you frown, but to see you smile.
I see your tears of pain well up in your eyes,
So don't be sad, I have heard your sorrowful cries."

I will help you to end your addiction today,
Just stay on bended knees right now and pray.
I will give you Salvation and show you my Grace,
Because without you the world would be a different place."

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