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echoes: personal status: aura: Heroin(e) by Anthony Herrera The quickness of the high The thought much be obliged No matter the consequence This illness makes me sick Deep inside lost souls Is the trouble no one knows The bleak and the weak Must cater to the meek With false sensation morality For the whole of society Ban the narcotics Policy is a dick To all that shall oblige In the indulgence tonight While secret mission kills Those who take have weak wills Try as the government might Their view is just slight For the picture is more than words It is the forest for the trees and the woods That this pseudo-epidemic Becomes a legal form arsenic Vilify the public Jail them all systemic For is justice automatic Or is liberty an addict Heal the wounds The true threat exhumed From the ruins of shadowed past This ideal will never last Many bullets have screamed Shattered countless dreams For is it drugs as enemy Or is it truth in hypocrisy That we must face Out biggest disgrace The addicted man Is Capital Hill�s fighter of plan sorry, nothing new, just a poem. enjoy! |
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