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Methadone My Lady (Itís Free)

You have bowed enough to a man, get up off your knees † †  
At..at.. what is Hadesí magic word, and it ainít please † †  
Until you remember it get back down on all fours until the sun eclipses the moon at ninety degrees † †  
You came into my realm to seek that ultimate high † †  
What are you willing to sacrifice besides your worthless life † †  
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It's nothing more sickening than a mother who leaves a wild child to the wolves tossed out like trash in the wind † †  
An undeveloped brain that cannot compute in the real world, drop the act, blue-eyed devil, I will still defend † †  
Picked up off the street like discarded liter † † †
Now a washed up druggie, heartless, old and bitter † †  
You hear those demons still floating in your head † †  
Do you want the Matrix pill, blue or red † †  
Your two-edge sword of evil thoughts † †  
Ignorance when respectfully graced bowed unto, this is the pain you have sought † † †† †

A Sire cannot keep that old snatch warm on cold nights † †  
He left you in the care of this Queen who will suffocate your soul in the rebirth of your failed universal flight † †  
Don't run to that illuminating light † †  
You have been found to be in contempt † †  
You will be Hadesí whore, my demons, your pimp † †  
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Welcome to my candy shop † †  
I have marijuana, cocaine, opiates, heroin, amphetamines, (PCP), benzodiazepines, and barbiturates, wait, you look like an old pro at this, how about a methadone candy lollipop † †  
Just lick it slow and enjoy † †  
While my gnomes chew on your toes, like the JuJu doll you are, to them a death treat little nasty toy † †  
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Demons play nice, this is known as low vibrations, and we do not want to insult the guest † †  
The branding of her poisoned skin comes next † †  
Like all the others, then she becomes, my little pet † †  
Once that occurs † †  
Then her ashes told from her birth by the phases of the moon, shall be observed † †  
I make my own rules, my manifestations † †  
Unto you, no escape these are hellish incantations † † †
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You asked and destiny is now giving † †  
This is your life, mirrors draped, as to how you are living † †  
There is order in the spheres of Heaven and Hell † †  
You have tipped the balance and have become the reflection of your own wicked faltering casting spell † †  
No retreat no surrender † †  
By my blood droplets ordained from the Bokor, your blood spilled as its contender
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Waxing crescent: We see a thin crescent of light on the right side of the moon. Waxing means it is getting bigger.

SKC
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