Heroin

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Behold my friend, I am heroin
Known by all as the destroyer of men
From where I came no one knows
A far away place where the poppies grow
I came to this country without getting caught
Since that day I have been hunted and sought
Whole nations have gathered to plot my destruction
They call me the breeder crime and corruption
I am more potent then whisky, more deadly then wine
Yes I am the Scourge of all mankind
My little white grains are nothing but waste
I am soft and fluffy and bitter to taste
I am white, I am brown but deadly to use
Once you’re addicted I really abuse
I am known in Thailand, Iraq and Iran
I am welcome in Turkey and have been to Japan
In cellophane bags I make my way to men in offices
And children at play
From heads of state to the lowest bum from richest estate
To the lowest of scum
I take a rich man and make him poor
I take a maiden and make her a whore
Make a beautiful woman forget her looks
And make a student forget his books
I can make you steal, lie, borrow and beg
Then search for a vein in your arm or your leg
I am known to be selfish and can fill you with greed
Still faceless, regardless of religion or creed
My gift is illusion my blessing is fake
Death and destruction follow my wake
The kiss of death to all whom I touch
I start as a gift and remain as a crutch
My friends are many but I am loyal to none
To destroy my work will be done
Some think of me merely a toy
But wise men know I aim to destroy
Run from me if you wish
I will never give up for sooner or later
You will return for a taste
Once in your bloodstream you’ll think I’m not mean
You will praise me as master then nod in a dream
You have heard my warning
But will take no heed
Put your foot in the stirrup, mount this great seed
Get right in the saddle and hold on real well
For the white horse heroin will take you to hell
Behold my friend, I am heroin
Known by all as the destroyer of men
From where I came no one knows
A far away place where the poppies grow
I came to this country without getting caught
Since that day I have been hunted and sought
Whole nations have gathered to plot my destruction
They call me the breeder crime and corruption
I am more potent then whisky, more deadly then wine
Yes I am the Scourge of all mankind
My little white grains are nothing but waste
I am soft and fluffy and bitter to taste
I am white, I am brown but deadly to use
Once you’re addicted I really abuse
I am known in Thailand, Iraq and Iran
I am welcome in Turkey and have been to Japan
In cellophane bags I make my way to men in offices
And children at play
From heads of state to the lowest bum from richest estate
To the lowest of scum
I take a rich man and make him poor
I take a maiden and make her a whore
Make a beautiful woman forget her looks
And make a student forget his books
I can make you steal, lie, borrow and beg
Then search for a vein in your arm or your leg
I am known to be selfish and can fill you with greed
Still faceless, regardless of religion or creed
My gift is illusion my blessing is fake
Death and destruction follow my wake
The kiss of death to all whom I touch
I start as a gift and remain as a crutch
My friends are many but I am loyal to none
To destroy my work will be done
Some think of me merely a toy
But wise men know I aim to destroy
Run from me if you wish
I will never give up for sooner or later
You will return for a taste
Once in your bloodstream you’ll think I’m not mean
You will praise me as master then nod in a dream
You have heard my warning
But will take no heed
Put your foot in the stirrup, mount this great seed
Get right in the saddle and hold on real well
For the white horse heroin will take you to hell
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.