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When a women is spiritually weaken,

Their easy to brake. Some collapse and

Take away what is not theirs'.

LIFE......



Abortion is a fucken distortion,

Physicaly and mentaly. Legs open like

T.V. antennas; fiends for cock.



Around the clock, like a flock of

Pregnant geese, they run to the murders'

Of innocent souls'.



Yeast infections no longer be,

Streams of blood flow throught their

Birth canals, an agonicing pain.



There's the baby's head, arms' and legs'.

The birth of carnal sins'. Soon become a

Child's death. Don't fuck on meth.



The number one drug of choice, to get that

Adrenaline rush.



Ten dimensions, nine rooms with wooden floors.

Crystal stores with metal doors, meth is in

Stock. Lock the sixth door that's the entrance

To extinction.



For instance, LSD fucks with me. Makes me

Feel invisable, irresistable to pussy.

(I fried and tried to fuck...you know what?

I got stuck) cum drops hit her belly, dam,

That clit' is smelly.



Eight door knobs, seven peep holes, six

Virgins' sleep, waiting for the snake to

Enter deep in their wombs.



Five bachlors, attractive and single. Who like

To mingle. Go out on dates through out the states',

Planting seeds of everlasting dismay.



In a garden of sins', is where they breed.

Feed on the poor and wealthy to say healthy

Are the four horsemens' duties.



Three clocks on the wall stand tall, striking

Midnite at Dawn. Two scales balancing one life...

MINE!!!



Once again, lost in time. It's a thick line

Between crank and coke. I feel fine, although

My vision's enhanced beyond infinity.



Blood pumping, heart thumping at the speed of

Light. Engage in a fight with myself.

Feeling the effects of the high.

Even when I'm sober.



Nymphos' become whores', curiosity can get you

In trouble...

A piece of mind...

From: ME     TO: YOU