Submissions by ExquisiteFreaksow

You've seen her around, you know her type,
Oh dear look what mother has found;
Baby girl smoking rocks on a crack pipe.
But she doesn't care what mother has seen.
She refused rehab because she doesn't want to get clean.
Old habits die hard, take over your life and leave you scarred.
Now she's turning tricks for her next fix,
So as you lay in a crumbled heap she'll steal your wallet while you sleep.
Whatever happened to the girl next door?
She's turned into a two dollar crack whore

God can you hear me?      
Or can you only fear me.
Who will save us sinners as the horsemen draw near?
And the bell shall toll for us sinners as a catalyst derived from fear.
And now the rapture is upon us,
There is nobody left to trust.
And this world that begot us shall just be left to rust.
Here Endith the lesson.