"Listen, take this book, and make it your life
let it guide you through the darkest of night's
shake through your site absorb in your mind
and play a tune inside, until the end of time."

"are you retarded?" mike never even started
listening to that hypocritical christian garbage,
so-called knowledge, so he walked passed
that beggar in the grass, munching on scraps,
not a hope in the slightest, to get a life back
he strolled fast, deep in this park that bleeds,
stepped to a man, asked, "yo, listen please
hook it up, with some of that weed" a breeze,
hit his spine, didn't know that weed was pcp
but he was lonely, toked it right in the open,
hopin' to escape from drowning in emotions
little ocean, he stared at the broken', weird,
a noise pierced his ear, it was all he could hear
"god is the only one you should fear!" rocks
rained from the sky, air replaced the ground, die
he felt like he was to fly, he slipped with caution,
and floated into a solid, burning, rock bottom
blackness erupted his brain, twisted minds pliers,
and he woke up in a pit, of endless bitter fire,

mike was 16, with only a puppy and a family
that night he smoked some weed, well pcp
and ended it all tragically, he passed that bum,
walked up the creek some, and made a stop,
at the cliff that overlies an endless bed of rocks,
we hope he at least thought, no one knows why
he stepped without wings, and attempted to fly,
then he died, you might think all was well,
if hadn't confined himself to silence.....

he might not have ended up in hell..............



>open your ears< DaMn...That'Z WoRd^

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