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This is a work I wrote when drugs were interfering with my love life. I no longer hate drugs as stated in this piece, but they do point out that they have the abillity to ruin lives.
I Swear if the Devil were to be incarnate in any Beast, it would be Human... his Veins would flow pure Vodka,
his Hair a mangled Tobacco and Reefer nest,
his Extremites plagued with Treadmarks of past needles spent,
his Tongue would pour out with Pills and Capsules,
his Sweat pouring out would be the purest Extasy,
his Path would be littered with Fungi and Plants of mind-alterance, his Tears would be of all the innocent Lives that his body, wrought by others, hath ruined... would you befriend such a Beast? You all may notice his almost mezmerizing Appearance, but only those of the trained Eye notice the Sword in his hand, that devours the Souls of his victems, and thus his Tears pour out... There are very few people in this world that avoid all forms of this devil. Even myself have on more then one occation have chosen a part of him that suited me at the time. Yet it is still a devil, and I Admit and Forsake it now. What you have done matters not, What you do now determines whether you live a good life or your soul is just like the other poor fools who will simply be tossed into the Abyss...
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