I am going to be posting some older poems I wrote years ago...
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Smoke yourself to death
The Grim Reaper has said your name,
Why do all that meth?
Now I'm viewing you on your deathbed
Hope you are comfortable in hell
Too bad when the devil and God offered promises for your soul,
All that was said was Sell, Sell, Sell
Now your heart is black as coal...
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