Narcotics or opiates are the collective names for psychostimulants that have a sleep-inducing effect. The drug changes one’s state, consciousness, brainpower and mood, making them feel pain relief, pleasant, lightheaded and unable to control their own behaviors, adversely affecting their health. Generally, drugs are very harmful and can ruin a person’s life.
Drug addicts and their families are often shunned by society and addicts themselves gradually live away from their relatives, family and friends, becoming more selfish and isolated, leading to a lack of responsibility to the family. When one gets addicted, it is easy to hurt loved ones, making everyone in the family always live in a state of restlessness, anxiety, guilt and low self-esteem because family member is an addict.
In summary, drug addiction destroys a person’s life and also affects families and society. To understand the dangers of drugs, as well as a multi-dimensional view of drug addicts, here are poems about drug addiction that make you scared, a warning to you and your loved ones to stay away from addictive drugs.
1, Begin Again © Raul Garcia
Begin to see yourself as you were when you were the happiest
Begin to remember what worked for you and what worked against you
Begin to try and re-capture the magic that is life
Begin to live a lifetime each day as you did when you were a child
Begin to forget your baggage, the problems that don’t matter anymore, the tears that cried themselves away, and the worries that are going to wash away on the shore of tomorrow’s new beginning
Tomorrow tells us it will be here every new day of our lives
If we are wise, we will turn away from the problems of the past
And give the future and ourselves a chance to become the best of friends
Sometimes all it takes is a wish in the heart to let yourself
2, Two Days © Raul Garcia
There are two days in every week
About which we should not worry
That should be kept free from fear and apprehension
One is yesterday with all its mistakes and cares
Is faults and blunders, its aches and pains
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control
We cannot undo a single act we performed or erase a single word we said
Yesterday is gone forever
Then there is tomorrow
With all its possibilities, it’s adversities, its burdens, its rewards
Tomorrow’s sun will rise
Either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds
But it will rise
Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow
For it has yet to be born
That leaves today
Anyone can fight the battle of just one day
It’s when you add the burdens of yesterday and tomorrow
That you break down
It’s not the experience of today that drives a person mad
It’s the remorse or bitterness of something that happened yesterday
And the dread of what tomorrow might bring
Therefore, it only makes sense
For peace of mind and hope
Live simply one day at a time
3, Meth © Brandon Levangie
Time is consuming.
I struggle removing
temptation and sorrow
for a better tomorrow.
Life is confusing.
I’m tired of losing
in hopes that I’ll find
some peace in my mind.
thoughts of deception,
memories that are haunting
of the drug I’m still wanting.
Consumed by fear
from the voices I hear,
telling me to quit fighting.
I get tired of re-lighting
the flame of my soul,
relocating a goal,
for the strength to carry out,
and remove my self-doubt,
to beat my addiction,
and inner confliction.
Let go of my shame,
break free from this pain.
Chainless and free,
for the chance to see
life without depression,
feelings without suppression.
If it’s over too easily,
that’ll just tease me.
Plotting an attack
on getting you back
for all of this time
you controlled my mind.
I’ll say, then I’ll do
to leave you behind
and never rewind
to suicidal denial,
’cause now I can smile
in knowing I’m free,
’cause I’ve finally found me
4, Crystal © Amy Brunson
Crystal was once my friend.
She was always there for me
Whenever I was in need.
She helped me through my ups and downs,
And whenever I wore a frown,
I thought we would always be friends
Until one day I realized I was stuck with her forever.
She tore me apart.
She took everything I had.
She put me on the street with nothing but a garbage bag.
She turned me family away from me.
When I was with her, I felt free.
She made me think she was all I had.
I didn’t realize my life was getting so bad.
She promised me I was good in her hands.
She took away all my hope,
And now she is what I need to cope.
She made me feel so loved.
Then one day I couldn’t find her.
I then realized she was a liar.
She promised me things, and I believed her.
All she really did was promise to ruin my life.
She took my family, and now I’m alone.
I guess now I am on my own.
She left me with nothing but an empty glass pipe.
Now I live in poverty with no one in sight.
I think to myself will I ever get my family back?
Will I ever live a good life again?
Crystal is no longer my friend.
She is my worst enemy.
Now that you have heard what she has done to me,
Run away form this devil.
Don’t let her bring you down.
One hit and you’re done,
So my advice to you is run.
5, All We Can Do Is Wait © Sabrina Felix
You were never really there,
And when you came around, all people did was stare,
You chose drugs over us,
At least you loved yourself, that’s a plus.
I try to forget the past, I try to distance myself from your influence,
You going to jail when I needed you most is some coincidence,
It kills me to think you sit there doing nothing,
If I said I forgive you I’d be bluffing.
Nothing feels right, it’s not the same,
When things go wrong it’s you I try to blame,
I wish you were here, I wish I could see you,
Almost everything people say about you is true.
Yet it hurts, the way his words sting,
No one has a clue the pain they bring,
I don’t even have my sisters with me,
I understand though this is how it has to be.
Every day I think of ways I could have stopped this from happening,
But it all melts down to the fact that I couldn’t have done anything,
Except helped you out, not been so bad,
Thinking it was me that drove you to drugs makes me sad.
Mom, all I can do is say I’m sorry, and I miss you,
We’ll be together one day, and waiting is all we can do.
6, My Parents © Shayne Smith
I’m lucky that I have the parents that I do,
you would be lucky if you had them too.
They don’t have a lot of money because they spend too much on me,
they can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee.
I have nice swagg, a full hockey bag, a full backpack,
but now style and money is something my parent’s lack.
As I grow up it gets a lot worse, I wish I could beat this teenager curse.
Instead of style and hockey stuff, the things I spend their money on are a little more rough.
My parents are in need because what I spend their money on is alcohol and weed.
I start to skip too much school, They tell me I should stop trying to look so cool.
But that’s not why I don’t go, school is the opposite of my friend its a foe.
It’s not what I’m good at, all I do there is get in fights and call the teachers dumb and fat.
My parents no longer will give me there cash, so the walls in my room I bash.
The weed I told them I got rid of it, they found some the next day and through a huge fit.
No more money for me not even a little bit, I tell them this is bullshit.
I lay in my bed that night and wonder why all I want to do is get high or fight.
I turn on my light so that its shining bright, and my mind takes flight.
Tears come to my eyes as I realize that I’m losing the people who will always love me most,
I feel like I’m being haunted and it’s by an evil ghost.
The next day I go to every class, and run home fast to get all of my stuff, and stop acting so tough.
My parents had it rough, and I thought being cool made me buff, so I traded all my things,
including my clothes that gave me style, the phone that had the drug dealers numbers I used to dial,
and my full knapsack to get all of the money back, 3000 dollars I got, I could of bought myself a robot,
but instead I paid the bills, it felt like I had just got to the top of one of the biggest hills,
the smile on my mom and dads face made me feel like I was no longer a disgrace.
7, Pills and Violence © Kimmi Lewis
Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
holding my blade tight.
Dressed up to look my best,
When I actually looked my worst.
I thought all this alcohol
would refresh my troublesome thirst.
I wanted kids when I was older,
I wanted good news to tell.
But Who Tells their children,
that they wanted to go to hell?
I had a lot of problems.
sexually abused and bashed.
Both my arms, wrists, and legs,
Had been both bruised and gashed.
I thought of myself,
As a strong Girl.
I wasn’t strong at all..
This is what made my toes curl.
I had decided to stop,
And get my life on track.
Because I realized the life I wasted
I was never getting back.
So I stopped the hurting,
For once it was pretty easy.
I stopped looking like an easy target,
and I stopped dressing sleazy.
I’m a better person now.
And I’m turning 16.
I can’t believe how young I was,
and how I was so keen.
All the drugs and the alcohol,
the cutting and pain.
Have all disappeared,
now I’m one step ahead in this game.
8, My Escape © Kayla Saunders
I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It’s starting to make me feel good
Just like it should
I’m confused and I don’t care to worry
My memories are becoming blurry
By the time the joint comes back around
I can’t get off the ground
Starting to loosen up, I’m starting to forget
My heart is beating so fast, I’m starting to sweat
Can’t remember what pill I took
Didn’t bother to look
As long as it takes everything away
And eases the pain for today
It’s my turn again, I cough and choke
But I still take another toke
I’m so happy it’s unreal
I can’t explain how great I feel
So many ridiculous words are spoken
My heart no longer feels broken
Laughing so hard I begin to cry
I can hardly hold my head up high
He is no longer swaying from a tree
Now nothing can bother me
My pulse is really starting to race
But at least I can’t see his face
I can try to quit
Or cut down a little bit
But this is all I can do to make him go away
Because he haunts my mind every second of the day
7, Life’s Natural High © Jerome Jones
I’ve been wasted
I’ve been smashed
I’ve been fried
I’ve gone and bashed
I’ve been to parties
And I’ve been high
I’ve soared like a kite
As high as the sky
But nothing can compare
To life’s natural high
It feels so good
I’ve waved the drugs good-bye
It fills you up
It makes you whole
It always repairs you
And heals your damaged soul
It makes you feel
Like you’re floating high above
It makes you want to go away
And fly around like a dove
Nothing on Earth
Can even come close
It makes you lose
All your worries and woes
It makes you want to give hatred
One gigantic shove
Do you know what it is
It’s something called love
8, Crystal Meth © Nicole Shrubshall
everything is wrong
nothing is right
If I had a wish
I would re-live that night
out at a party
with a group of good friends
who was to know
this was the end
they had me convinced
that I would be fine
I shouldn’t have done it
It’s my fault, all mine
Now it’s all over
family mourn my death
my life is at an end
All cause of meth.
9, A Drug Filled World © Ankit Sharma
Paxil to make you happy
Weed to make you high
Nyquil to make you sleep
Energy shots to make you active
I’m told to feel a certain way
Suddenly heartbreak doesn’t feel sad
And tears don’t feel salty anymore
Love doesn’t feel good at all
And pain is something I can’t feel
A drug filled world is where I live.
Prozac to make you glad
Mary Jane to make you rad
Atarax to make you tired
Dayquil to make you work
I’m fumbling in ecstasy
Living life sounds make believe
My reflection looks old and weary
An old soul has more zing than me
I can’t get pleasure even from me
A drug filled world I where I live
Zoloft to make you smile
Mushrooms to make you fly
Tylenol to make you weak
Aleve to make you strong
I’m losing my mind
There is no strength even in my fingertips
My legs search for a firm grip
My heart seems to have stopped
And my mind can’t control me anymore
A drug filled world is where I live.
10, Drug Addiction © Malume Kzit
Cravings for it makes you loose it
Not having it makes you feel it
Is your life going to revolve around it?
Do you like it?
If not you rather quit it!
Addiction makes you nothing without drugs
You end up in the streets covering yourself with rugs
Ain’t you afraid of unhealthy bugs?
This is literally not right
Your future can’t be bright
Drugs blinds yoour mind
Changes your attitude
Increasing your altitude
Are you having dis easies?
Should I call it a disease
Should you overdose you end up in hospital
It increases chances of cancer
Are you ready for that pressure?
Like a wrong turn movie we’ll all die
Those who supports drugs may call this a lie
Reseans to live gives reasons to die
I rather say goodbye
Than calling my own death
11, Drugs And Addiction © Inture
Its bad and sad
This feeling of being alone
Without drugs i feel lost
Maybe a little spliff
To get me high may do
But then wild thoughts
Rise from the darkest pits
I need something stronger
A pint of vodka may do
But then i cant sleep
My mind wonders alone
I feel like crying
I feel cold like im not whole
I feel like there’s a hole
Right on my chest
I need something strong
Then i snort few lines
Pop some pills
And i finally drift to bed
Like nothing has happened
But then in the morning i regret
All i have done to feel complete
Addiction is not easy
This drugs are killing me slowly i know
But i cant stop them
I rather snort, smoke,pop and cry later
12, An Addiction © Chanaka Sajith Abeyrathna
My mom knows I smoke but she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t even bother,
cause when she tells me to stop it goes in one ear and out the other.
I smoke my heart out every day,
Knowing that I will die someday.
But I do it for a reason,
and that reason is to die.
Because I want to be free.
I can be a real bedouin as the world say
and no one will determine my life.
only this time, I’ll have wings to soar.
Up into the heavenly skies I will fly,
without having to do drugs and get high.
So my angel whoever wait for me by the gates,
for soon I will come,
And we will walk through the heavens above,
hand in hand, one by one..
13, New Lifestyle © Michael Parkhurst
Hey yo I’m done with the drugs I ain’t be sellin no mo,
Break it up distribution that was … years ago,
Made paper but was using so I got nothing to show,
Lived in the fast lane but mad dope that’s why I moved slow,
Hypodermic lifestyle yeah I punctured the flow,
New drip fresh kicks bad bitches hello,
Snap back to the front or back brim low,
Got my shades on always matching colors with my clothes,
I got style now I don’t be wilding out,
Personal growth I got a new lifestyle now,
I left the ones who I was around holding me back,
You are who you surround yourself with you do the math,
I don’t want that life no mo I let it go it’s up for grabs,
No scale no product no cutties no bags,
I don’t do dope coke meth than that I’m better I brag,
It beat me down but I got up surrendered I threw the flag
14, True Story © Lauren Fowler
I say to remain strong,
Yet I appear to be weak
I say always try to win,
But I welcome defeat
I say pray,
But never drop to my knees
I say talk to someone,
It stays bottled inside me
I chose to get high,
And then came a child
I never slowed down,
I still remain wild
I stay less than a mile,
From my own three year old
My eyes are watering,
And my heart is cold
I miss my daughter,
She’ll soon be old
Now with no money or job,
I’m on the corner again
Only one man sticks by me,
And he is more than a friend
I struggle with this addiction,
Hoping one day it will end
I haven’t touched base in 2 years,
And I’m still fighting my friend
In this game of drugs,
You’re bound to loose
I’ve made decisions,
That were not cool
I hope someone takes heat,
To this poem
If you’ve got the habit,
Kick it that shows ’em
My own child doesn’t even know me,
And I had her when I was 16
Now I’m 19 with nothing in sight,
But waking up crying all times of night
The pain is deep I’ve hurt every day,
Now I hurt even more
As my arm is numb and I fall to the floor
I’ve beat one addiction,
Now I’m on another
With no sense at all,
Not even enough to be a mother
This needle penetrates,
What am I doing?
Nothing with my life,
I need to stop this abusement.
15, These Pills That Kill © Dan Lowry
You’ve done as I’ve done,
You’ve stolen what I have stolen,
But now you’ve stolen from me,
As I fall and take the heat,
I’m as mad as you think,
I’m not sure what to do with you,
I’m not sure what to say to you,
I can’t stop thinking about it,
I have nothing to say to you,
I have nothing to fucking say to you,
But I’ll listen to your lies,
Your excuses, and your denial,
I don’t know what to do with you,
I’ll think about it,
Your obliviously upset,
But who can blame you,
You lost respect,
You lost friends,
And now you’ve lost a best friend,
Consequences are tough,
I thought I’d feel better now,
But I really don’t,
I feel worse,
I think about what you really need,
Which is obviously help,
These pills that kill pain,
They haven’t helped.
16, Love Is Leaking © Lênio Buguido
Many dogs, much barking.
Many storms, no lightning.
Not a lot of a lead, I just pawn my attention
I focus far from me as if to blur the momentum
Then I just go
Though in the speed of starvation
A hole inside of me that sucks routines in imagination
I fantasize about the crowd, the cheer, and the cup
I wake to shut my mouth with all the beer and catch-up
Dissatisfied, unenchanted, fragile
The magic has become a little twitch upon my smile
The spell to cast is to convince someone I’m worth a while
But up until this point I’m shooting dead flares in exile
Can somebody see me from behind the weak profile?
From here to self-assurance, can you tell how many miles?
And am I trying to catch the way to God or something vile?
How will these questions overwhelm my pendulous lifestyle?
Much love… many drops leaking
I’ll put a cork inside that hole and then I’ll just leave it
By cork, I mean of course a vice, a game, an abuse
And it better be a lot of it ‘cause the pit has become huge
Then I just go
Until the far edge of extinction
The doctors must be ready to deal with some contradictions
I want to jump into it; I want to get away
I need to stop pretending I don’t want to live this day
But one can find romance in degradation and sabotage
And place it on a piece of paper and leave at the garage
And build a pile and mix with gadgets just to camouflage
That every poem in there is but a piece of their mirage
One can find romance in sabotage and degradation
And take the drugs and take the streets and take out the frustration
Of being so lost and deep in thought and chose relaxation
And run away from all that’s gray, but put the colors on probation
Abstinence, of substance or expression
The hours become days and the answers become questions
I hope there is a cure for wanting little bit more something
I hope this something is not itself the need to keep on wondering
17, Addiction © Darren Anderson
A cloud is looming overhead,
Weighted I feel as I rise from bed.
A need for something, whatever the fix.
Its voice is talking, playing tricks.
Must do something, I feel the need.
A monster is there that I must feed.
In many forms it takes a hold.
Without the food, I feel the cold.
It’s like a force that pulls me in.
The want for something, whatever the sin.
It’s like a bully that won’t leave me alone.
Trapped I feel when I’m all alone.
Its diet is varied, from one to the other.
The need is great, like a demanding lover.
Whether it’s drugs, shopping, smoke, or sex,
It’s hard to escape its powerful hex.
It must have a weakness. I must find a way
To rid me of evil, this beast I must slay.
Drugs are the worst, the strongest of all.
So many ways to trigger a fall.
The deeper you go, the harder it gets,
Trying to escape its horrible sweats.
Its soldiers hunger, yearn and crave.
Into adversity you must be brave
Whatever its form, this demon inside,
An army is there for you to confide.
It CAN be broken, but the road is long.
Possible to beat, the need to be strong.
Don’t face it alone; confront it full on.
After a time, the evil is gone.
18, Drugs © Duran Rakestraw
I destroy homes, tear families apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
19, Road to Recovery © Hannah Gillen
In just a few years she has seen and experienced far too much,
Such a young young girl but to her anger she clutched,
Scared and vulnerable she got on the wrong wrong path,
6 years later it’s a long long path.
16 years old and she’s bursting with rage,
Emotions spinning and twisting all over this page.
From abuse to alcohol to drugs and prostitution,
She’s feeling lower than low and trapped in confusion.
She’s never really cared about what could happen,
But its time she got herself together and get her life into action.
She’s trying desperately hard to sort herself out,
She wants things to go right but she has her doubts.
She’s not going to give up until she reaches the end of the road to recovery,
That place where the grass is greener and the sun shines brightly.
Now this is the time where she’s packing up living the victim in disaster,
And giving in gets further and further away quicker and even faster.
Round about now she’s not scared to show emotion,
All that she wants is an end to this commotion.
The tears are streaming down her face,
And the battle is on its time to race.
20, Crashing Down © Courtney Miles
Floating by on a cloud
The world of drugs and liquor
Moving, jumping out
The monster behind,
The shadows of it all
The drugs go deep
The pain seeps in
My head spins
My heart breaks
The world stops
Sleep sets in
Drugs go deep
Pain goes deeper
My heart stops
As I come
21, Trying To Find a Balance © Jordan Hall
My life is like a puzzle when I’m not looking at it high.
Makes me stronger like a muscle when I see through clear eyes.
It seems never ending, like the formula for pi.
Would it really be the worst thing if I disappeared and died?
But why, I ask God, is my path so unclear?
I put on this face for family, when I’m really all fear.
Hustling through the shadows of my slow stepped peers,
Only thing that keeps me going is the fact I made it here.
A mere pond in this screwed up game of life.
Just getting out of bed to get ready is a fight.
Blinded by the darkness, asking God for some light.
Give up and take the loss, I just might.
Or write out each and every little step
Of what I just did or what I’ll do next.
Just now am I feeling that I might pass the test,
Prove to myself that I’m as normal as the rest.
22, Drug Addiction… © Unknown
There are young, young kids struggling everyday with drug addiction 🙁
The part of my job where I gather urine samples and explain
the school’s drug / alcohol counseling program can be very emotionally draining.
I see a lot of kids who look like every day teenagers on the outside,
but on the inside they struggle deeply with some very “grown up” problems.
23, Drug Abuse © Unknown
Everyday there’s a new developed tumor,
Directly attacking my system,
Now, I’m hungry for a donor,
Which is only available for some,
Swallowing a handful to lift your feet,
Take a Xanax if you can’t sleep,
Yes! The results are accurate,
But the true fear should be the side effects,
The pharma industries are losing their legal stands,
The side effects include “shortening human lifespan”
Truly, this addiction has gone too far,
Damaging the lungs , the kidney, the heart,
& your death is ruled as an overdose,
So your life story book is closed,
With your legacy sad & undone,
Drugs lead depression to everyone,
Some smalltime pleasure, worth our organs,
Daily problems & miseries, due to drugs,
24, Cold Substance © Jane Paterson Basil
Their tears spill over my lids,
sting my eyes, drip down my skin.
Some families direct their rage at other victims,
laying blame, unable to comprehend that their children’s choices
were freely made.
I have been like them, and there are times when I wish
I hadn’t learnt my lessons so well;
that I could rise up and say, “it was him”;
anything to take my mind off the streets of pain, the losses
that gain in number every day —
but the perpetrator is faceless;
a brown powder with no individual markings
and no sentiency.
When I was a child, dessicated coconut was often sprinkled onto our school puddings. I thought it was the worst thing that had ever been invented; hate seemed an appropriate word to use in connection with it.
Now I direct my seething hate
at tiny packages that once cost thirty quid, but have since
dropped to twenty-five.
I want to shout obscenities at heroin;
to voice my hatred, to threaten the needle of death with annihilation,
to spit foam at the filth, as I scream: kill, kill…
but every time I get there too late, and with no weapons,
while passionless heroin builds up its armoury, boosting itself
with hidden fentanil,
another cold substance with no brain,
no wicked heart to whisper: death to the meek,
yet it enters the veins of pained seekers,
and fills up our graves.
As fatalities leap,
we repeat the phrase: rest in peace,
please rest in peace, we beg,
rest in peace with the rest
who rest forever in peace.
We brave the rain to lean bouquets against
wet walls where grieving souls will weep
to see wilting petals push those they love
We walk away, wishing for white doves,
their beaks holding gifts of gentle serenity,
and helplessly, we say:
At least he is finally at peace.
25, Drugs and the Cheats © Dave Alan Walker
I put my head
In these hands
of despair as I see
The drugs and the cheats
What kind of man
Wants to see that
on the streets
They take over the town
Selling their brown
Whats it going to take
For someone to bring them down
Maybe it’s time
They took their own brown
Then lets see
If they can stand their ground
One way or another
They are leaving this town
26, Drug Addiction © Rose Julia
We think it’s fiction
The eviction of nonfiction
the sayings of the elders, the prediction
We try the restriction
But it’s out of our jurisdiction
the youngster’s crucifixion
the youngster’s conviction
Forget the prediction
Loose the restriction
Let them believe the antifiction
As they drown in the adhesive fiction
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