SATAN’S VICTIMS

As the day fades and the evening swells The darkness creeps in and evil dwells The fiends and freaks scurry around Cohorts for Satan, above the ground. The night becomes a deathly haven For trippers with uppers, dull your craving The maddening hours from dusk till dawn Satan reaching with talons to spawn. You’ll not survive these deadly hours Under cover, the pushers cower… Offering powder and needle for highs Contents not known, the victim dies. TeAnne Jan. 30.2000

Look in the Mirror

You have chosen a life of dependency and made for yourself a living hell. Why is it you have taken this road? The ruination of your body I gave. The dollars you shoot into your veins the chemicals sniffed up your nose. So much life in you to live and any man, you have your choice. The 'fix' forever on your mind come the time your body for sale. closing your eyes for the dollars All of your morals abandoned. Rip-off your family and friends and crimes you wont mean to commit. A cell of blank grey walls……… The brain you have will be mush. Promises' you made are broken. Look in the mirror and see your future. Remember, you are loved and needed. What's next? A slab in the morgue? TeAnne © Jan 31.2000

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