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Crystal
Crystal meth what's left, little hearts
And souls standing at the door
Begging you not to go, you see the
Sadness In their eyes so you run and
Find a place to hide to be with the one
Thing that never leaves your side making
You lose your mind happens every time.
Gripping your soul so you have no control
Your life. No more as crystal meth leaves you on
The floor screaming for more.
And souls standing at the door
Begging you not to go, you see the
Sadness In their eyes so you run and
Find a place to hide to be with the one
Thing that never leaves your side making
You lose your mind happens every time.
Gripping your soul so you have no control
Your life. No more as crystal meth leaves you on
The floor screaming for more.
Published 15th Oct 2017
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15th Oct 2017 6:18am
Meth is one of the Serpents tools, fixes drive souls to work for him. God is the antidote.
21st Nov 2017 12:52pm
