THE SMOKE
gave up, to free my soul
but it lurks inside, liks its lone goal
may be im addicted ,to its trance
the smoke mimics ,but a deadly dance
my hazy mind ,chained inside
my moods swings ,lik the oceans tide
freedom from good ,give in to devils hold
did i wish for evil?,i wud shape in satans mould
this is not wat i want ,even in lifes drill
god gives paradise ,so i submit to his godly will
life is a trial, i scored high
no more complains, no more sigh
it hurts to stop covettin the material
but truth comprehends wat i touch is meta-real
but it lurks inside, liks its lone goal
may be im addicted ,to its trance
the smoke mimics ,but a deadly dance
my hazy mind ,chained inside
my moods swings ,lik the oceans tide
freedom from good ,give in to devils hold
did i wish for evil?,i wud shape in satans mould
this is not wat i want ,even in lifes drill
god gives paradise ,so i submit to his godly will
life is a trial, i scored high
no more complains, no more sigh
it hurts to stop covettin the material
but truth comprehends wat i touch is meta-real
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