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
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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.