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So now little one you've grown tired of grass
All than damn acid, that cocaine and hash.
And someone pretending to be your best friend
Said "I'll introduce you to Ms Heroin". Well honey before you start fooling with me
Just let me tell you how it will be.
Now I will seduce you and make you my slave
For I have sent stronger than you to the grave. You think you could never become a disgrace
And end up addicted to poppy-seed waste.
You'll start by experimenting one afternoon
And end up asleep in my arms very soon. Then once I have entered deep in your veins
The craving will drive you nearly insane.
You'll need lots of money as you have been told
For darling, I'm more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother just for a buck
And turn into someone who's vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for the narcotics charms
Then feel so content when I'm in your arms. You'll realise the monster inside you has grown
And you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
You might think it's easy and you have the knack
But sweetie just try getting me off your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot
The jangling nerves scream for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains
Can only be saved by my little grains. So now you'll return (just as I had foretold)
And I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart
And now you'll be mine until death us do part. Anon NOTE: This article was forwarded to the webmaster by His Eminence Metropolitan Archbishop Paul Saliba on 2nd December 2005. His Eminence had extensive experience in drug counselling in the United States of America. His Eminence gave us explicit written instructions to include this article on the archdiocesan website. |
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