Sweet Venoms

Pick your poison
in the land of the devil

Weed, the grazy grass of love
Ecstasy, dreaming birds of the sky
LSD, heaven's raindrops

may it all
be pure
as the heroin
that runs through
the rivers of your mind

Fast as the drumroll
rattling your brain

Intense
as the sweat
that carries away
your worries

In direction
of sweet venoms

that taste of peace
sound like serenity
feel

like home

no shit

The future will be an echo of the past... make it last..... stuck in a boat floating on a river of trueth that is always behond the ores and pattling air that doesn`t let you even say the words. good thing theres this. I think you understand.

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